.our dawn is hotter than day

As if his body decided for him, the young male promptly emits a wide yawn in response to the question. Pulling an all-nighter for his Philosophy final and having his body clock wake him up at exactly seven in said morning, Leonard felt compelled to snap at the female next to him, ‘no, no I am not okay, I wanna go back home and swaddle myself in the bed.’

He feels the quaking lessen under their feet as the male struggles to focus on him, and the shelves getting stable before helping the male up. Leonard was finishing up a row of books to shelve when the slight shaking happened, and upon removing his earbud some loose books were falling out of place. The quaking prompted him to move quickly while covering his head with the thickest book in the pile and moving out of the shelves.

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A pant escapes Leonard’s lips after making the decision to walk all the way to the park, plopping down next to the basket as he fishes out the picnic blanket from within. The god told him that he’ll be joined after dealing with some business at the club, so Leonard stays put with a chocolate pudding cup in his hands, pondering silently why Eros was quite eager to spend time with him.

For whatever reason, Leonard is still nervous of hanging around his god stepdad. Well multiple reasons. It was primarily this sliver of anxiety he always had around people, where he felt he was too impeding, or not worthy of other people’s time. Aura was the exemption, since they saw each other every day without question but Eros was another story. For one he was a god, and feels this overbearing need to serve the man without the risk of being smitten into the next century.

Smiling brightly, Wukong watches the other expectantly with a small nod of his head, before nudging it towards the side of their mezzanine perch. Honestly, with some of these kids he does wonder if they even have a playful side! “Go on-” he encourages once more with a nod, before agreeing to remove the threat of monkey intervention, and with a twist of his hand has his own palmful of balloons disappear. “Go on, you’re the one who wanted to be more adventurous..” he coos with a small wiggle of his finger. 

Aura had always firmly believed that her family was the most important thing in the world. She was a romantic, of course, but not even an imaginary love-of-her-life could be more important than her parents - and now Leonard too. She didn’t know what it was like to have a father who didn’t pay enough attention, because most would say that Frederik paid a little too much attention, but Aura could easily imagine how heart breaking it would be.

“You know that you will never have to feel alone again, right?” she asked softly, peering up at him with her doe-like eyes and a warm smile, “Because I’m here, and Bao Bao’s here.” Aura held onto Leonard for a long time, releasing her embrace only when he did so as well.

Bao Bao took the moment as she opportunity to jump onto his uncle’s lap, climbing up his chest for another cuddle. Aura laughed. “I’m really glad that we live so close,” she said, “So I can come and visit any time.” 

Bao Bao barked. 

“Yes, Bao Bao, you can too.”

“Not as alone as unhealthily.” he smiles, peeking down at her and petting her hair. There’s something caring and sweet in her eyes and he prays to the gods none of that will be taken away from this sister of his, hoping she never feels as miserable as he did. “But yeah, I’m grateful to have you around now.”

Leonard pokes her cheeks playfully, nooting his lips at her before chortling. He lets Bao Bao jump into his lap, hugging him close and petting his fur with a coo. “Both of you are welcome to walk in any time—I’d say without invitation but you might walk in while I’m showering.”

Stupid exam and stupid professor, why did it have to last longer than it should? In hindsight, Leonard wouldn’t have much problem on a test. Especially an essay on communication theories or a history exam He’s rarely failed since entering college but man is Ethics a bitch! His head hurt twice trying to get to the three-hundred word minimum which is ridiculous. Now he was late to his shift by about thirty minutes and is absolutely terrified of missing out on his shift.

Never trust prank kings like the Monkey King. It literally should’ve been the first thing he learned when he met the eccentric god the first time around. Not only did he miss his shift at the library and not get home, but he was cuffed to a pole in (his own opinion) the sketchy part of town overnight, the light pole behind him and the cuff link looped around it.

[...] The little puppy gave a little squeak, snuggling in as though he knew exactly what was happening.

His problems with his father were so little in comparison to friends around him who were in more difficult situations than he ever could be; at least from his point of view. Leonard can never tell anyone, because in his eyes they wouldn’t understand why a well-provided for young man like him with a loving father would be upset over anything especially when he understood the circumstances. The word ‘loving’ was there, but being attentive was another subject entirely.

His throat felt stuck, and he ducked his head when he felt his eyes watering and he absolutely hated it, the way he felt alone growing up was slowly eating up until he feels his sister’s arms tightening around him. The feeling just suddenly… vanishes.

‘ack!’ Leonard figures this is the third time he’s felt his head throb. He hasn’t informed his mother or Sorn that he won’t be coming to work, mostly because he’s scared of causing an inconvenience with his mere absence. He doesn’t sneeze, but he’s already excused himself around twice in every class to go outside and blow his nose (constantly, which is apparently a bad thing and he’ll lose his hearing). His head is congested and he’s about to scream and cry because he doesn’t remember feeling like this much shit, and makes a bee line for the hospital because none of the meds at home will work for him.

The room was fuzzy, images layered on top of one another as Leonard sits slumped in the booth, face hot and giggly. he doesn’t really drink, he hated the taste of alcohol and just absolutely feared the consequences of his unconscious state, especially given his appearance—he wasn’t even drunk that one time he went to make sure his friends in high school didn’t do anything stupid and still has bad memories of it. “y’know,” he slurs, “I’on’t drink… my face got rrreally real red ’n ugly the first time.”