[ Laslow knew they couldn't dance around the subject forever - especially with Leo, who's never been known to beat around the bush. But he feels panic washing over him like a tidal wave, filling his lungs with dread. He can't imagine how Leo would phrase it: a simple "you're dismissed from all your duties"? A passionate rant, revealing the blood (Xander's, Elise's, Peri's) on his hands, before demanding he never show his head near Nohr again? Or... what?
He tries to hide how nervous he is, but he's never been good at masking his emotions behind anything but a smile - and try as he may, the corners of his mouth just won't lift up.
His hands hold tightly onto the blankets once more, as though that'll help him handle how deeply Leo's words can cut. ] Wh... what about them, L- King Leo? [ This time, he catches himself. ]
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He tries to hide how nervous he is, but he's never been good at masking his emotions behind anything but a smile - and try as he may, the corners of his mouth just won't lift up.
His hands hold tightly onto the blankets once more, as though that'll help him handle how deeply Leo's words can cut. ] Wh... what about them, L- King Leo? [ This time, he catches himself. ]