Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26163219-20150913193445/@comment-27235572-20150914001541

Bell walked in, being followed by Laurel. He was attempting to talk her ear off, something she wasn't pleased about, judging by the puncture wounds in her hands, caused by very sharp talons. They both froze as they entered the room, shocked by what they were witnessing.

While Laurel was (thankfully) speechless, Bell wasn't nearly as incapitated. "Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?" Her voice was frosty. "Or do you want me to claw the answer out of you?"

Her wings spread out, thus adding to the intimidation factor. "This is supposed to be a small gig for my friend, not a free-for-all, but I swear to the gods I will make that happen if you don't stop right now."