“Older~? And here I was thinking you were In your early twenties.”
He’d playfully chuckle before allowing one hand to slip Into his pocket, while the other rested against his hip.
@DevilDogsHunter He’d coo out.
But his vocals would come to a stop when he felt the other press against his neck. A pleased hum would purr through his throat at the affectionate action— without any hesitation, his head would follow suit and gently lean against Frank’s, cuddling with him.
Matt was situated in a far corner inside the building, lone chair supported his frame as he slumped forward, ginger locks loosely clung to his sweat drenched forehead, he was… exhausted, more or less mentally.
Senses slowly perked up when the sound of thunder -
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Fogwell's Gym.
Frank stood just outside, the clouds closing in and blocking out what little bit of sun Hell's Kitchen had seen in weeks.
He'd done a little digging, after the blown case and after everything else that he'd gone through since then.
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@DevilDogsHunter His own hands would trail down Frank’s neck and come to rest against his sides, while his thumbs would gently massage circles around the area, a feeble attempt to keep him In place.
“Do tell, can’t say I’m Intrigued …” -
The flapping of wings would cause a new gust of wind to graze his skin. He’d remain silent for a second, taking in the new array of sounds, from the pigeons’ coos to the other man’s vocals. -
“I tell myself It’s due to the cold weather. The front could maybe cause them to scatter… But that’s just poppy thinking-“
A small pause as he chucked more bread on to the ground, the light tap from the pigeons’ beak signaling the continued feeding. -
@DevilDogsHunter Steady It was— the side of his lips would ever so slightly curl upwards In to a pleased smile, almost knowingly confirming to himself what he presumed Frank felt at that moment.
@DevilDogsHunter Strong and loud enough to cause the walls to shake— left hand would curiously scuttle a long the other man’s side and stop at the side of his neck, digits would press against his flesh, gently caressing the area.
ᵀʰᵘᵐᵖ… ᵗʰᵘᵐᵖ… ᵗʰᵘᵐᵖ. -