Eight Botch - Locked to guuruguuru

[backseat_dragon]

-The doors were locked. The windows were indestructable. The food was... Well it was actually quite delicious. And his tux was well fitted? But he seemed to be desperately trying to not stare at Rorona. And for good reason! He was a gentleman, damnit! Curse this terrible luck...-

Hey, Rorona... you ever get the feeling the town is trying to rush you and I into something? -Said as he gives a defeated sigh, plopping down in one of the chairs. The dragons, as if on cue, also sigh, giving small little bursts of their respective breaths in a show of light.-