05-02-2018, 04:27 AM
Oakley was outside of the home, reparing the danaged outside. Fhe place was rundown and he felt like he was always fixing it! He saw Lyre enter the house quickly, and pretty much ignoring him. Oakley frowned. Did he hurt his feelings? Was he mad? He brought his tools back inside and followed Lyre.
“Hey Lyre you alright?” He called cautiously, sniffing the air. He looked for him and found him in their bathroom. “Oh dear are you sick?” He didn’t look so good.
“Hey Lyre you alright?” He called cautiously, sniffing the air. He looked for him and found him in their bathroom. “Oh dear are you sick?” He didn’t look so good.