Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170625215520

Leon tilted his head, his naive personality practically radiating as he began to delve into unrelated tangents.

"How do they dye it though...? Do they rub Crayola on the glass or something like Bonnie did to our old coffee tabl-"

"Mister Lindberg."

A short, pudgy nurse interrupted his sentence, she meekly shuffled forward, looking at the two apologetically for ruining the moment.

"Sorry sir, but we need to re-apply your stitches-" She turned to Harvard while one of her colleagues ushered a slightly confused Leon into a wheelchair "I-If you'd like, you can wait in the lobby or check up on the woman you escorted in. She's in room 104, just down the hall."