Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-26854056-20170531232906

Clyde tilted his head, indeed confused by the entire prospect of depression. He glanced at Harvard, noticing the scars littering his arms and the deep, wedged, cut in his shoulder. He frowned to himself, genuinely concerned for a second.

"...But why are you sad all the time...? Uncle Leo says that you have dimples, so you must be able to smile, right?"

Clyde paused for a moment, a pondering look on his face before he nodded, skittering off the bedside.

"So you're sick...?"

He stood there, tilting his head before running off into the hallway without any context, only to return a mere second later with his sister and a packet of glittery unicorn stickers. Quickly whispering into Bonnie's ear, he stood to the side while she excitedly stuck a sticker of a pink pony with balloons on their flank on Harvard's forehead. Raising her arms up as she grinned widely, proud of her work.

"You're cured!"