Board Thread:Furry Roleplay/@comment-28578706-20180621165147/@comment-34052734-20180626061105

“Nice night,” Barley said as she perched besides Kita, glancing up at the sky every so often. The air was cool, but not chilly, the sky a painting of surreal blues, blacks, and purples, all stirred into one. Flecks of faint white and cream dappled the night sky, toned down by broken, flickering streetlights below.