Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-26854056-20170430225959

Even though Leon didn't really grasp the concept of cooking yet, at least he could make something without burning the flat to the ground. He somehow managed to make a ham and cheese omelette without burning it, sliding it onto a plate while he set the table.

The scene was just so... Surreal. A lifetime of neglect and abuse suddenly flashing to care and safety made the sudden switch all the more obvious. But instead of some sort of trained gunmen bursting through the doors, there they were with a dog, a little girl, friends and plans for a wedding.

How the hell did they manage to pull off this fuckery.

Nevertheless, Leon smiled, beckoning Harvard to sit down at the table as he closed the curtains so that they wouldn't have to look at the oncoming storm. He pecked him on the cheek, obviously proud of his work while he put the platter of eggs on the table.

...How do you feel?