[ This is so unfair. Hector can tell what Leo's doing, and he can't help his own lips curling upwards in amusement.
When he finally manages to swipe the final piece of pastry for himself, he scoops it into his mouth and slowly peels himself from Leo. It isn't much distance, all in all; his hand stays in place, and he only pulls back enough to look at him. ]
You took the last piece from me. [ He grins. ] That's not fair. I'm the birthday boy.
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When he finally manages to swipe the final piece of pastry for himself, he scoops it into his mouth and slowly peels himself from Leo. It isn't much distance, all in all; his hand stays in place, and he only pulls back enough to look at him. ]
You took the last piece from me. [ He grins. ] That's not fair. I'm the birthday boy.