Léonard, as usual, at woken up much too early that morning. And, as usual... he found himself running late.

He tapped his foot against the floor of the carriage impatiently as the horse pulled trotted at (what seemed to him) the speed of a snail. [i]I'd[/i] better [i]not be late,[/i] he thought, but then hesitated and shook his head. [i]No, you are[/i] not [i]going to think about it.[/i] Léonard stuck his head out the window to check on the horse. [i]...Godamned thing needs to lose some weight. No wonder I'm probably going to be la-[/i] 

He smacked himself on the head. [i]No[/i], he was [i]not[/i] going to think about it. No. [i]No[/i].

Eventually, after a few more minutes uncomfortable minutes of fidgeting in the carriage, he decided to get off early. Léonard got the driver to stop the carriage and hopped out. He didn't bother exchanging any polite words as he just shoved the money into his hand and hurried off. There were numerous reasons why he'd gotten off a few blocks away (as inconvenient as that was for him and his low stamina), but the main cause was most definitely paranoia. Léonard was immediately on his guard just thinking about it. [i]I swear they're all watching. They'd[/i] all [i]sell whatever information they have on you, no doubt.[/i] Shaking his head, he took a few shortcuts as he made his way towards the location.

A while later, a slightly panting Léonard found himself nearing the blocked off street. He slowed down as he approached the group, briefly stopping to catch his breath. [i]Léonard, you idiot, you're[/i] late [i]now, aren't you?[/i] The rather gangly male, in his mid twenties, could've easily been mistaken for someone much younger, with his relatively short stature and stunted growth. (Not that he hadn't [i]tried[/i] to grow taller, but that'd all just been in vain.) He was currently wearing relatively plain clothes, more suited for laborious work than for impressions, and was made of, unfortunately, burlap. Léonard adjusted the collar of the shirt uncomfortably.

As he surveyed the rest of the group, he narrowed his eyes as his gaze darted from one member of the group to the next. Wait - why were there so little people here? [i]Ha, they ran out of funding, didn't they? Either that or...[/i] "Am I [i]early[/i]?" he asked incredulously, not noticing he was thinking out loud. 

[i]Wait... did I just say that out loud?[/i] Léonard smacked himself on the head for second time that day.