Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170718214142

Clyde hiccuped, unable to look his sister in the eyes as he gripped onto Harvard's crinkled bed shirt tightly. The similarities between relatives towards the two children were almost uncanny; looking like carbon copies of their parents was more than enough, but glimpses of what was presumably Liam's hesitance to interrogation and Leon's former naivety and enthusiasm to knowledge was a heavy streak between the two. It was clear that family was incredibly important influence and factor between the two just by glancing at them alone.

Clyde simply kept his emotions under an enthusiastic mask, unhealthily following his Uncle's example as he sadly chuckled, trying desperately to cheer his now teary sister up by pulling a strained smile.

"B-Bon- I'm fine, you don't have to look like you've seen a ghost! It was just a light slap on the wrist, nothing too ba-"

"I know."

Bonnie immediately pried her gaze away from her bed sheets, surprisingly taking the news well as she countered her brothers now trembling gaze with a formidable and fierce one; It was obvious that the children have been forced to grow up too quickly by subject matter alone. For heaven's sake, they should be badly colouring Crayola colouring books, not worrying if the next time they see their own mother they would be beaten to a pulp with a bloody broomstick!

"You really didn't think I would notice? The screaming? The blood? Nobody loses that much by falling over at soccer practice. Besides, I'm not deaf; I heard everything you said last night; How you cried? How I know you did all of it so that she wouldn't get to me as well?" Her pretty blue doe eyes sharpened if they were knives, a pout tugging on her lips. For a few seconds, a flash of extreme intelligence, one much too advanced for her age, glinted on her face. The pan between a sweet five-year-old to a genius immediately unsettling.

"I'm not an idiot, y'know."