Thread:Dawndragon1828/@comment-34012245-20190319212508/@comment-34147452-20190321013111

A guilty looking Celosia lay, sprawled over the overturned Chest that once sat at the foot of Damian's bed. She must have tripped over it while trying to make a break for the window. She propped her chin up the palms of her hand and blinked at Pollo.

"Hey Drumstick." She greeted. You notice the contents of the chest was spilled onto the hardwood floor, showing various articles of Damian's older clothes.