Bruce arrived a little bit later than his wife, not realizing she had taken a motorcycle from the Tower that he had never seen in the garage before. He knew it was hers simply because of her obsession with the Sanrio dolls, their room and her apartment being completely filled with the plushes of every size and shape.
He was dressed casually, but much nicer than usual, opting for a black sport coat to match the pair of black slacks and shoes. His usual attire of long sleeve buttons ups had held through even to this look, however this shirt was plain white as opposed to the usually colored threads.
He stood on Beauty's doorstep, lifting a hand to knock. It seemed like there were others here, which was good. He was glad for the turnout.
Patiently Bruce took a look around, already familiar with the cottage. He had been there a few times already, and knew where to find it. He could only hope that the residence would make it through the night.