Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190923035951/@comment-33229352-20190927044609

"You try being civil when it feels like a child broke your leg," they grumbled.

Lucky for Galaxian, the source of the crash was in the next room; a small table had been overturned, spilling the things that had been on it across the wooden floor. The Raccoon's apron was on the ground, and the tools that were supposed to be in the pockets were scattered around it, along with several animal figurines wrought out of obsidian, each about the size of a fist.