Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-26854056-20170520230542

Leon's sobs eventually died down as he huddled on top of Harvard, becoming scarily silent and stationary as he started to stare into nothing. The vacant, almost soulless, look in his eyes was a far cry from the curious and excitable gaze he strongly held before. The constant attacks of parinoia and anxiety were getting to him.

He reached out for Harvard's hand, squeezing it gently as he sighed, his hands becoming gruelling to even move at this point due to how tightly he held his grip as he lashed out earlier, reopening a  series of wounds.