Thread:Waring Farms/@comment-27147599-20190210025123/@comment-27147599-20190210033405

James frowned, he scratched the back of his neck nervously. There was beads of sweat on his neck and chest since he was shirtless for swordfighting. “I don’t stalk you.”

Faith pouted cutely, she preceded to smack his face with the bouquet of flowers.