11-07-2016, 04:15 AM
Max had returned after the sun had set, with a full stomach and some catches for Irwin. The way back had proven to be some challenge, but he eventually made it back to the cottage. He didnt know when to expect of Irwin but he contented himself with exploring the house, attempting to read the books on the shelf. He could read more than write, but wasnt too good at it. Hearing noise from the door he went out to find Irwin crumpling on the floor, his face so red it was obvious he was drunk. Max shook his head as he lifted Irwin up and stripped him to prepare him for bed.