A glance left, a glance right, and Leonard hopped up on the banister to ride it side-saddle all the way down to the first floor, and bam, he totally stuck the landing. Arms up in the air, he waved at the cheering crowds that didn't exist, and then dropped his arms with a sigh.
So. That killed a good five seconds.
Hephaestus had been M.I.A. for the past twenty-four hours, and Eros had zipped off in the morning after Peggy had lost her shit for some reason that he (of course, oh my god, don't tell Leonard anything, he might get the vapors) wasn't read in on.
The mansion was mausoleum quiet, and without Hephaestus, Leonard's tech stuff was at something of a standstill, so...
The scuff of his sneakers squeaked as the boy wandered the hallways. He'd eaten all the bananas, played with fire, made the bed, played with fire a little more, and... hold up, buttercup. The sliding door moved smoothly on its track as Leonard let his wandering feet wander poolside, and he gave the glancing thing another go.
His daily swim was a thing. A Thing, even. But rarely had he had the place to himself, and while he missed a helluva lot about the island, one of the things he missed most was swimming in the all together.
Fuck it. Shoes went one way and clothing went another, falling into a haphazard pile that Leonard quickly left behind at a run, throwing himself into the large pool with a shout heard by absolutely no one. "Geronimo!"