Max's eyebrow quirked as Billy explained his weird owl demon had sabotaged his meal. The werewolf could guess what about, but he just shook his head with a laugh. What the fuck, alright. He popped another fry in his mouth as Billy asked him about his ended shift, a huffed laugh at the 'ye olde' crack. Wasn't anything Renaissance about his outfit.
“Yeah, just came from the medic station,” Max confirmed after swallowing his mouthful, vaguely gesturing with his free hand the way he'd come. “Been here long?”
“Yeah, just came from the medic station,” Max confirmed after swallowing his mouthful, vaguely gesturing with his free hand the way he'd come. “Been here long?”