Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-28412230-20170312011535

Harvard placed his bowl on the coffee table as he rose from the couch, putting his hands on Leon's shoulders to keep him still, a wave of tranquility oozing from his royal blue eyes.

"Leon," he began, brightly smiling under his scarf as he held up his hand that had about three bandaids on his fingers, "These are 'bandaids'. They help heal cuts, like mine. And if they peel off, I'll just replace it with another one."

After a brief pause, the raven ruffled Leon's hair lightly, giving him a reassuring thumbs up, "And I won't die because of these cuts!"