Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170329223926/@comment-26854056-20170408225948

Jerk.

Leon huffed, a small smirk like pout on his still tinted face as he trailed behind Harvard, tilting his head at the witchcraft of cooking. His only understanding of it was basically Stuff(2)+Stuff+Mini Incinerator But For Food = Edible Stuff.

He waddled over to the steaks, casually putting a band-aid on each one of them as if it was the most normal thing in the world.