Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-28412230-20170602003850

''Before the ombre could get the initial warning to not show up, he was already garbed in his signature hoodie and scarf before he slipped on his combat boots. He hurriedly rushed to the bathroom, bundling up a first aid kit and a roll of gauze in a duffel bag, swining the long strap on his shoulder.''

''"Meet me by the flower shop," Harvard harshly whispered, his heart sinking all over again just by hearing muffled, strained whimpers from his beloved, "J-Just run the hell out of there before she sees you!" ''

''As he spoke through the other line, he rushed to the front door. Despite the prolonged aches he was experiencing with his prosthetic leg, the ombre hurriedly wrote in a post-it note for the kids that he'll be gone for a bit, sticking the end of the note on the coffee table. He fumbled with his keys, silently opening the front door and closing it, locking it behind him.''

"Leon, I'm on my way out, s-stay on the phone with me, o-okay?!"