Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170613210007

Bonnie squealed, affectionately clinging onto Orion's leg as her eyes squinted at the setting son, a cheery smile set permanently on her face. Clyde, however, stayed to the side, examining a rock in childish curiosity only to drop it once he heard Harvard speak.

"...What do you mean that Uncle Leo cried?! Is he okay?"

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Leon stepped out of the Chinese restaurant, holding three large Bentos for the adults and two small boxes of fries rice and mu shu pork for the children. The nearby Chinatown was around a ten-minute bike ride away, but it was worth hauling a bike along for. He ate here during the time where Harvard refused to come out of his room and Leon didn't have enough time to cook due to his long hours at his job. And it was safe to say that their food was the stuff of gods.

He absentmindedly walked back home, knowing fully well that it would at least take half an hour to get back on foot. Although the possibility of the boxes spilling out their contents, it was better to be safe than sorry. He let his mind wander as he walked back to the shoreline, his backpack hanging off of the bikes handles.

Elizabeth.

Even though she did the worst of the worst, she was still one of the only relatives he had left, and frequently called up on her to see how her wounds were doing, unknowingly re-applying the effects of compulsion back onto himself every time they talked.

He would never fail one of his family- Not after what happened to Liam. This blind dedication was probably the fuel for the foolish decision to call her. Almost immediately, the woman picked up from the other end of the line, almost too eagerly delving into the conversation, quick to try and compel him even though the phone.

"Leon. Dear, how are you? You weren't at your apartment today so I thought that you've gone out."''