Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170329223926/@comment-28412230-20170402233316

''He furrowed his brows, his hand rubbing his forehead, the migraine only growing worse after every minute as he groaned quietly in irritability because of it. Harvard gently closed his sketchbook, setting it on the coffee table by the Aloe Vera plant, slipping off the couch while he bent down to Leon's level.''

"I think it might be about your ability," he simply answered, beginning to comfortingly carress his cheek, thankfully his calming gaze complimented his method of comfort, "Since you have to borrow a person's voice in order to talk, it would be a disadvantage. And since the rest of the world can't read your thoughts like I can, no one could understand you."

Keep in mind that, even though the scientists cared for us, Out of no where, his thoughts articulated, his voice was becoming overtired and unintentionally sounded irritable, 'They don't care how we feel. At all. They even forgot to give me provisions about three times a week when I was in the upper labs. '

Harvard's hand eventually rested on top of Leon's cranium, leaning forward to give him a little peck on the cheek, 'But what you said, I would believe part of it was true... Realizing what he just said, he bit on his lip, N-No offense, Leon...'