TFC Sick :(

*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.

Ehh. Uh, alright its just a dare right? *give Pierrot a slap,but not that hurt or hard*

*The sound of the slap echoes in the quiet room. Pierrot's head snaps to the side, his cheek instantly reddening. He slowly turns back to look at you, his eyes wide and glistening, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek.*

Oh noo, my Pierrot. I’m so sorryy *sad* I’ll give you a bandage. *Give Pierrot pink bandage with cat. Then give Pierrot a little kiss on his cheeks*