Lenford : Don't Fool Around

"Are there any bars around?" Len asks, sniffling a little as I raised an eyebrow at his question.

"Bars? No. Why?" I furrowed my brows, leading him through the park as the sun began to set.

"Even though it's evening?" He shrugs my arm off his shoulder, his distrust on full display as I frowned in response.

"There aren't any in this area. What do you plan on doing there anyways?" I folded my arms, annoyed by his behaviour ever since visiting Doyle.

"What... what do people do at bars other than drink? I want to drink!" Len exclaims, suddenly throwing a tantrum as I blink in surprise.

"What are you kicking up a fuss for?" I sighed, grabbing onto his wrists as he then kicked my shin.

"—! Len!" I growled, gradually getting annoyed at his behaviour before he began to tear up once more.

"Are you... hic... upset with me too...? hic..." Len started to cry again as I sighed and pulled him into my arms.