Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-26854056-20170602175522

Leon gritted his teeth, burying his face into the pillow as he tried not to tense as the alcohol burned his wounds. He spaced out for a second, trying to focus on anything but the pain, only for him to snap back to reality as soon as Harvard started to curse.

He immediately shot his head back up in order to face him but was met with the immediate, searing, refusal of the gash on the back of his neck. He hissed burying his face back into the pillow as he tried to use telekinesis.

''Harvard- I am going back. She needs- She needs help. Although she was violent... Very violent, and said some... Questionable things, she's still family. I can talk to her-"