Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170610130449

Leon half-heartedly chuckled as Bonnie and Clyde darted around the living room, trying to chase Adrien into their fortress, which was made of pillows that were slumped to one side of the sofa.

He learned to appreciate moments like this. In the storm of self-doubt and despair that he was trapped in, every little piece of shattered happiness that he could scrape up gave him some comfort at hand.

It didn't stop him from feeling like absolute shit though.

He sighed, the quick flash of positivity disappearing as soon as it came. He tilted his head, a fake smile gracing his features as Clyde tugged at his leg, grappling for his attention with a pout on his lips.

"Tío Leon, ¿dónde está el señor Harvard?"

Leon froze at the question, hesitantly answering as he sipped his cup of tea.

"...Mister Lindberg is... Very sick at the moment." Eager to change the subject, he glanced at the untouched apple slices Clyde left on the coffee table. "...Why don't you finish your apples, you don't want your sister to eat them herself, hm?"

Clyde squinted his emerald eyes, noticing the hesitance in his relatives tone. Cautiously, he waddled towards the apple slices, grabbing three before skittering off towards the hallway in a flurry of squeaky toddler shoes, no doubt in an attempt to get Harvard to answer the questions Leon didn't.