Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170329223926/@comment-26854056-20170412220933

Leon nestled into Harvard's scarf, scanning the room slightly anxiously. How were they going to get the trackers out?! Did they have to cut them out or something?

He went a little green around the gills for a moment, sighing as his gaze eventually rested on Areum. He rose an eyebrow, tilting his head as he signed in curiosity.

'''Areum? Are you alright...?''