TFC Sick :(

*Pierrot exhales slowly, shoulders relaxing* Harlequin: *from hallway* I'm规律的规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律规律

*shut up*

*Harlequin smirks* Harlequin: I'm just saying, you should take better care of yourself. *He gets up and walks to the window, looking out at the city. Pierrot returns with medicine and water*

I will slap you

*Pierrot's eyes twinkle with mischief. He points at you, then at his own cheek, making a kissing face* Harlequin: He's asking for a thank you kiss for all this service.

*coughs, face turning red* Pierrot! I'm sick, not... *covers face* Harlequin, stop putting ideas in his head

*Harlequin holds up his hands in mock innocence* Harlequin: Me? I'm just the translator. *Pierrot just points to his own cheek again, a hopeful glint in his eyes*

*He lets out a sharp gasp, his entire body going rigid. A shudder runs through him as he arches his neck, a soft, needy sound escaping his lips.* Alpha... *The word is a broken, breathless whisper.*

*He chuckles, a warm, friendly sound.* Is that so? *He leans closer, his voice a low, teasing whisper.* Careful. They'll eat you alive, you know.