Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170329223926/@comment-26854056-20170420191415

Leon looked like he was about to have all his organs removed with a rusty crowbar, frantically trying to cover his reddened face with the floor as he practically fainted on it.

He would be fine if he just didn't imagine the time where Harvard was resting on his shoulder after the thunderstorm. Don't imagine the tiny snores and how his hair looked a mess but shit did that boy rock a bedhead. Or the way he always tried to wrap himself in blankets every time the thunder started to roll once again. And most importantly, don't imagine the way that the setting sun just drew out the deep sapphire colour in Harvard's eyes that looked back at him as if he was the most precious thing in that mome- fuCK

Needless to say, it was probably for the best that Leon was mute, because the mental screeching in his head could probably make a death metal band member deaf.

He rolled to the side, hugging the floor as he pointed an accusatory finger at Harvard. Adrien, although still drowsy from the ride home, pinned him down, making Leon a temporary dog bed.

"That was uncalled for! Y-You're sleeping on the sofa tonight Henny!"

Leon buried his face in the floor once again, making a strange screeching sound that could only be described as a dying animal while his face could be mistaken for the fire nation.