Leo sighs, the phone hanging limply in his hand as he grips the back of his neck in frustration. He misses LA, sure it's fun here, but he was actually doing something back there. Now he just sits around, bar tends, or wanders the halls like a giant god-damned ghost. He could use some company.

He has let his guard down, all the layers peeled off, and stands in all his shirtless glory; safe in the thought that no one will disturb him. His olive skin glints with the first hint of sweat, golden beneath the lights ( Read more... )

Leo cocks his head to the side, and smirks when the baby basilisk does the same. Things got a temper, but seems to tolerate his presence, which is good since he can't seem to sleep.

Three hours in this place, and he's already having a field day. After Henry gave him the grand tour, and left him to his own devices, Leo naturally wandered back to the holding cage ( Read more... )

If you happen to look outside the window Leo can be seen scoping the outer fence with a quizzical look, a notepad dangling in his left hand,and white ear buds blasting the dulcit tones of Bob Marley into his ears.

If you are *not* in the sanctuary Leo can be found buffing tables and serving drinks at his buddies bar; The Naiad, and enjoying a ( Read more... )