[ ...oh my god. She covers her mouth to laugh, glancing away. ...Does he actually want to kiss her?
...She doesn't know how to feel about that. She likes him, but it's not as if she's ever considered it...? Well, it's not like she considers a lot of things like this... ]
You have four, technically. [ face cheeks and butt cheeks. Okay, it's alright. She scoots closer and takes one of his hand, whatever nervousness or discomfort she might have hidden beneath her usual mysteriously complacent smile. ] Well, only two of them are good for kissing...
[ And she'll give those ones kisses. Mwah, mwah. Two on each cheek, alternating. Like in France, except slightly more touchy. ]
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...She doesn't know how to feel about that. She likes him, but it's not as if she's ever considered it...? Well, it's not like she considers a lot of things like this... ]
You have four, technically. [ face cheeks and butt cheeks. Okay, it's alright. She scoots closer and takes one of his hand, whatever nervousness or discomfort she might have hidden beneath her usual mysteriously complacent smile. ] Well, only two of them are good for kissing...
[ And she'll give those ones kisses. Mwah, mwah. Two on each cheek, alternating. Like in France, except slightly more touchy. ]