How Tall Is Leo From Lab Rats Novels & Stories

In all actuality, it would be tattling if he didn’t know, and I can’t do that to anyone. Leon clears his throat, and I snap out of my uncomfortable, cookie-stealing headspace and tear my eyes off the notepad in my lap to look at him. He’s taking up the whole chair, which is a force of nature for him because he’s six feet something and all muscles. He’s menacing just by being and breathing. I think he might have been born with a literal scowl on his face while doing the finger drumming thing right when he came out to greet the world.

I needed a quiet place to meditate and reflect on what was taught in class today and also to talk to GOD like I have been doing since I promised to be better. He helped me in my growth and mental treatment so I am grateful to him. “Daniella, are you coming for food?” I heard Leo ask from behind me so I turned my head to look at him but he came to stand in front of me instead. I looked up at him and the boyish cute smile that makes almost all the girls in our set fawn over him. Who wouldn't? Leonard is a dark-skinned, 6’3 I guess, handsome boy on our school soccer team. He has the cutest dimples I have ever seen and I wouldn't lie those are my weakness.

Leo — Vivienne and Leon's son, eighteen months old at the relevant point and working on language with the focused enthusiasm of someone who had discovered a tool and was applying it to everything — had been developing names for the people in his life in the specific way of eighteen-month-olds, which was: experimentally, phonetically, with results that were occasionally accurate and frequently extraordinary.

I handed Leo the clothes I got him, “happy birthday, my little guy.” Leo grinned, holding the shirt close to his chest, “Thanks, sis. I--” He called me sis when he was a tiny little boy when I found him, and now he was 5.8 feet tall, almost catching up with Orion, yet still calling me sis. It felt like your cute little bichon grew into a huge golden retriever and still wanted to snuggle on your lap. “Please, Miss,” Rosie cut off Leo yet again, “the Lady is waiting.”

"Leo, help me get him onto the medical cot." Leo, a young Beastkin with the protruding tusks of an Orc and the gentle heart of a scholar, stepped forward. His movements were fluid and powerful, effortlessly taking the brunt of the stranger's weight. Unlike the warriors of the Northern Citadel, Leo spent his free time sketching the ruins in a tattered notebook, but in moments of crisis, he was the squad’s unwavering muscle. "He is heavy," Leo noted, his voice a low rumble. "And his scent... it is dense, Rhea. Like a storm held behind a dam."

"Bring it in." Two men in heavy, lead-lined suits pushed a trolley forward. On top of the trolley was a cage. It was small. Too small. It was made of blackened iron bars that hummed with a visible, blue electrical charge. "Leo!" I threw myself against the glass. The brace on my arm jerked me back, the plastic digging into my skin. Leo was inside. He wasn't a wolf. He was a boy. He was curled into a ball, his knees tucked to his chin. He was naked. His skin was translucent, the green veins of the terraformer-seed pulsing rhythmically under his ribs.

"What would that look like? The exposure?" Dr. Webb stood up from his chair. He was tall. At least six foot two, broad through the chest and shoulders, thick through the thighs. He walked slowly around the small wooden table and stopped right in front of Leo's chair. He looked down at the boy, his arms crossed over his chest. "Stand up," he said.

Leo only took one bite, then snap—he threw down his spoon, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight off the chair, his legs automatically kneeling stiffly on the floor. Raina was still smiling to herself, warmly saying, “...Second Young master? Are you alright? Why not get up and try some more?” Tears streamed down Leo’s face as he took a bite of the food and felt like he was about to ascend to hell on the spot—it was really his first time experiencing something like this.

Her exquisitely horrid, decaying ancient body and her unrepentant, cunning mind were brewing a strategy, figuring out full well that his companions didn't have any inkling about her unconscious captive. Cornelius declared, “Leo was somewhat comely. He looked the part to be certain. But the one thing that stood out to me was his sheer height. He was head and shoulders above all the other knights. And he fought like a ghoul. He is a powerful warrior chief and we need him. His army of knights looked upon him as a hero, after all the man was rather the champion they needed him to be. A force to be reckoned with if you ask me. Perfect for the job.”

he admits with dropped shoulders, "But it's okay, I promise you I'll bring him back home. And once he's here, I'll drag his ass to the wedding." That makes me laugh. Leopoldo used to be so small growing up, but he's definitely not small anymore, so that is a funny thought. To be completely honest, Leo seems like a weird guy, but fun in a way. Also, he's starting to get taller and bigger and his face a little more mature... he's starting to look a lot like Jace. So, I guess, if I can't have the real thing, I could settle for the next best thing.