Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-26854056-20170324225006

By the time Leon got Harvard's message, he was already engulfed and smothered in a pile of writhing dog fur. The puppies were already leaping around him, tugging on his sweater as he peered from the pelt of a small pomeranian that was sitting on his dead.

Dogs, huh..? He grinned, sitting down in the tiny playpen while trying to stop the golden retriever from nipping his arm, a stupid grin on his face ''They're adorable! They're like... Tiny balls of cotton!'' He grinned again, acting like a child as he fawned over the retriever, who seemed to be more mature than the rest of the litter.