Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-26854056-20170603230609

After a slightly undisturbed sleep. Leon woke up, nestled into the crook of a still-sleeping Harvard's arm. He looked around the room, glancing at Harvard's face affectionately before picking him gently on the forehead, ignoring the protests of his still-wounded arm.

Shimmying out of bed, he got changed, making himself a cup of coffee in the most silent way as possible in a final attempt to keep the twins and Ophelia asleep.