Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-28412230-20170522184023

Harvard chuckled lightly, folding his arms before stopping to readjust his new prosthetic, thankfully walking back to his fiancé quickly.

"I'm afraid I have to disappoint the mm about that," he answered honestly, scratching the back of his ombre of raven and brown hair, "Well, the cyborg part anyways. Who knows, maybe they won't cover us with crayons and baby food if I talk to them long enough."