Marco froze. What exactly was everything? Was it worth kicking Namur over or--
Marco switched to human, wearing a pair of bluebird boxers and quickly threw on a shirt and pants. He stifled a yawn with the back of his hand and gestured vaguely outside. "Is this a drinking occasion, or just a rooftop situation?" It was a rooftop situation either way because Marco needed the morning air to wake up the rest of his brain, but depending on how bad it was, alcohol would either make Ace fall off or feel better. Or worse. One of those.
"Kitten, what am I forgetting of clothes?" Sandals. He was barefoot, bedraggled, and looked about as awake as a snake in frigid winter. While he had managed to clip the belt and sash correctly, his shirt was also inside out. Oops.
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Marco switched to human, wearing a pair of bluebird boxers and quickly threw on a shirt and pants. He stifled a yawn with the back of his hand and gestured vaguely outside. "Is this a drinking occasion, or just a rooftop situation?" It was a rooftop situation either way because Marco needed the morning air to wake up the rest of his brain, but depending on how bad it was, alcohol would either make Ace fall off or feel better. Or worse. One of those.
"Kitten, what am I forgetting of clothes?" Sandals. He was barefoot, bedraggled, and looked about as awake as a snake in frigid winter. While he had managed to clip the belt and sash correctly, his shirt was also inside out. Oops.