[Sampo's body is already moving to obey before his brain really registers what Gepard has said; getting up from his kneeling position to join him on the couch, tucking in against his side. He's got good shoulders to rest Sampo's head on, and he's warm and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes is hypnotic. What's a little platonic cuddling between friends, really?]
[He licks his lips, and the taste of Gepard's blood still lingers.]
We should wrap up your arm.
[He makes no indication of wanting to move to do that, though-- he'd much rather stay where he is, soaking in the warmth from Gepard's body.]
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[He licks his lips, and the taste of Gepard's blood still lingers.]
We should wrap up your arm.
[He makes no indication of wanting to move to do that, though-- he'd much rather stay where he is, soaking in the warmth from Gepard's body.]