Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170329223926/@comment-26854056-20170413004835

Leon huffed, trying to hide his flustered face by covering it with a throw pillow, managing to sign with one hand as he held it up. It was nice to have someone to talk to other than Harvard and maybe Adrien. But he was a dog.

"Cheeky."

He felt a light grip on his arm, turning back to Harvard with a curious tilt on his head. With the setup, his hypothesis of getting their arms cut of would be easily believable. He looked at Harvard, softening his gaze slightly as he tried to reassure him despite being green around the gills himself.