Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-28412230-20170718194943

Harvard's solemn expression only darkened once she caught on to the topic of Clyde's bruisings, making him shift in the chair uncomfortably.

"I did say this involves your mother, Bon-Bon," he repeated, giving her an uneasy glance before finally deciding to get up from the small chair, sitting on the side of the single bed while having Clyde on his lap with his arms warmly embracing his small torso, "Those bruises didn't come from the stairs, or his clumsiness - Clyde was beaten by your mom; multiple times."

Knowing that it wouldn't be easy to explain himself - and that the taller twin needed to clarify for his injuries, the ombre looked down to the child, patting his head to give him an opportunity to speak up/