Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-28412230-20170327213838

''"Love you too!" he chirped, waving to Leon in farewell as Adrien woke up from his doggy nap, jumping up back on the sofa as he nuzzled his snout against Harvard. The ombre frowned slightly, ruffling the pup's growing pelt. It looked like he grew up a little - or at least in size - as his jade bandana was replaced by a lime colored collar. He hummed, a few lingering thoughts swimming in his head as he closed his eyes.''

''First of all, he already noticed that his lover became more and more protective over him, as well as being overcome with worry and even paranoia in some scenarios, even though that - after shamefully murdering Liam - he could fend for himself. However, this didn't bother him that much; after all, seeing your closest companion wind up having a shoulder injury, and almost commit suicide, which was influenced by Depression could really affect anyone. ''

''The single thought he was pondering on is how the future will truly play out. How Harvard and Leon will escape this twisted killing game, and how their relationship will continue on - if it does. Although he had considered it before, TEST-450 only spared it for another time and brushed it off as foolish optimism, but the more and more the subject was brought up, several questions popped up in his head. ''

''How are the couple going to escape this killing game? ''

''Was it going to stop? ''

If - after all - the scientists arranged it, was there a way to rebel against them?

''Harvard inhaled sharply, blinking his eyes open as they lit up, having an ironic optimism and determination igniting inside. The Golden Retriever panted excitedly once he saw his expression as he leaped from the sofa, staring at him with joyful, rich chocolate eyes. 'Maybe there was''' a way to do that. Of course, Harvard wouldn't want to do it alone; he has Leon and Adrien, sure, but he would form a rebellion of other experiments against the laboratories - which would require an immense amount of persuasion.'

It was foolish, but it wouldn't hurt to die trying, right?