Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170610172708

Clyde tilted his head, looking at the man in concern before pouting once again, breaking the silence in a tiny voice.

"Why are you still sick? When I get sick, I get better within a week because mom gives me this weird gooey stuff called medicine. A-Are you taking your medicine?! If you're sad, I can get Uncle Leo to hel-"