Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170801185328/@comment-26854056-20170804224151

Elijah froze at Jeong's direct response to an unspoken question but chuckled nevertheless as he took the small case of markers, quickly separating the thick brush pens and hard-nibbed fine liners into separate piles.

Looking back at Jeong's arm, he tilted his head, pursing his lips as he thought of something to draw. Although Jeong's skin was concerningly pale and admittedly perfect to draw on, it was mottled with purple bruises and crimson scratches that were still healing, which made actually applying any ink incredibly difficult. Besides, the last thing Elijah would ever want to do is hurt Jeong.

He sat there for a while, in silence, before hesitantly sitting closer to Jeong, using a light violet brush pen to gently trace around his bruises, occasionally glancing up to see his lover's face for any sign that he hurt him.

"...Tell me if I fuck up, kid."

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"Ah, yes. There's the Everett Gleissner I know. Always the haggler, I see."

Finch chuckled into the sleeve of her robe once more, her mood significantly improving from the wailing mess she was just a few moments prior.

"Four and a half and we have a deal. Besides, if your girls are anything like their father, I'm sure they'll blow us out of the water! I've seen you fight before Everett, and it's the second most terrifying thing that I've seen. Then again, nothing can beat Alouette when she isn't given her daily three bottles of hard liquor a day. She'll always be on the top of my list."