Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170713222516

Leon glanced at Harvard, a ghost of a smile on his face as he noticed the familiarity of words spoken long ago as he bent down to peck Clyde on the forehead.

At this point, the toddlers violent tears were decreased to weak hiccups and barely audible wails. He brought a hand out of the sanctuary of his blanket and used his pajama sleeve to wipe his face, crumpling his nose as he sniffed in a fasion that was near identical to Collie's. It seemed that his little breakdown took too much energy from a child who was fueled solely on blackcurrent juice and graham crackers; He was already beginning to doze off.

"Y-You promise? P-pinky swear on it!-"