Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27624831-20190209161644/@comment-34052734-20190316003053

“I can’t eat this much,” Mark exclaimed, nodding to the question of syrup. He was a fairly light eater, so about two or three of Winter’s pancakes was all he needed.

Peter had been dressed in his uniform, and was now combing his dark hair back. He stared at his chiseled features in the mirror, placing the comb down next to the sink and exiting the bathroom. His boots knocked against the tile as he roamed through the house. Before he left, he checked on Adela, not at all surprised that she yet again wasted a day where she could have been at least a little productive. He left without waking her up.