Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-28412230-20170430162414

''"Mmhm," Harvard hummed in agreement, slipping off his tennis shoes before he turned off the living room light, trudging his way into their bedroom. The ombre creeped inside the closet, changing into his night clothes - which consisted of a faded blue t-shirt and boxers. ''

"You need some rest, too, y'know," he commented, slipping inside the linen sheets as he lifted them up to his chin, Adrien sleeping on the edge of the matress peacefully, "You looked like you were about to have a stroke when I was gone."