Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20170116051854/@comment-7455957-20170128201747

Coyote could go into the house. Did he want to? No. He could only imagine what someone rich enough to afford higher class hired arms had in their house. Probably some demented things Coyote didn't like to think about. Besides the threat of Grimm, there was nothing wrong with staying outside. He'd rather sit here and enjoy his drinks. He poured himself a glass out of the barrel, downing it relatively fast, before refilling it again, taking a contemplative sip.

He plopped down on the ground, considering going in after all since the maid had cleared out all the garbage littering Gillian's house. In a literal sense at least. She did seem to take things literally, so maybe not, as she wasn't sure she threw out the figurative garbage.

''Nah, i'll stay here. I'll kill time by drinking Gillian's supply dry, nick some dust too. Who needs shopping when you have rich clients? Haha.''

It brought him no joy really, but he wanted to earn money, not waste it. Even pitied charity is good charity. He dismissed these thoughts with another good chug of the drink, not really focusing on the taste and moreso trying to tune out the annoyance of all these pipsqueaks around him. He pulled out his knife to amuse himself, flipping it into the air and catching it by the blade, over and over with his left hand, taking sips from his right.

Those others can prepare their weapons and get themselves cleaned. Typical that they'd need prep, I'd rather go now and get this over with, but like charity, patience is a virtue. Show the respect you have been given in return. That's just common sense.