Joker was among them. The bat owl monster that pestered him during his journey of remodeling his gluttons features had somehow made it into Burberry's new kingdom and was perched nonchalantly on the balcony rung, looking over its shoulder at Lilo with a wink of mischievousness.
With a sigh he averted his gaze from the annoying glutton and searched the faces of his old friends. They now wore rags, and the notorious collar that binded them to the will of the new order.
Pop's usual burning arrogance was diminished to a smoldering barely self confident pup. His eyes reflected the empty look of defeat. His hair had grown longer and an unkept scruff started to sprinkle along his jawline.
Lemon still kept her old yellow rain coat. She had overgrown it, making the sleeves reach halfway up to her elbow, and the bottom hem scrunch up past her belly button; making it seem more like a crop top than a jacket.
