2.3 Kafka
Dante rubs his stubble up against the side of the faux hybrids neck and rumbles lowly. “Easy… easy… boy scout…” with his husky murmur. “Let it out… I won’t let you hurt anythin’.” As he speaks hes running a hand over Leon’s bare side, feeling the squirm on the brunettes spine, he almost certain he see’s the plaga’s black scales pressing up against the surface of Leon’s skin in the battle of body and minds.”
—written by Vee