Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170622225410

Leon weakly smiled, resting his chin on the top of Harvard's head as he peppered the base of his neck with kisses, murmuring nothings under his breath.

"...Honestly... Don't scare me like that." He gave one last peck on Harvard's temple, "You'll be the death of me"

He smiled again, noticing the crumpled, cable-knit sweater that was slumped messily in his lovers hands. He rose an eyebrow in amusement, chuckling softly as he absent-mindedly brushed the hair out of Harvars's face, compelled to fuss over him despite being stabbed mere hours ago.

"...What did you use my sweater for, Hedgehog?"