Thread:IcepetalTheIceSilkWing/@comment-32186914-20190922014116/@comment-37335257-20190922194302

"Okay then." Amarillo lowered his knives, twirling them around. "I'm out, now that Iknow niether of you will talk when I'm here. See you in a bit," he saluted to Draceana, then flipped up to the roof of a random house.

(Not his)