and he stares at her, waiting, eyes closed. lips ever so slightly parted. waiting. waiting. why is she so okay with this???
this is a sylvain thing. but it's not like he doesn't know how to kiss??? in theory, at least??? it should be... like...
he leans down. it's a challenge, right. like a sword fight. he does this, and he wins. and then they never talk about it again. right.
...
after what is, at this point, literally minutes, he leans forward and
plants the barest, babiest, chastest kiss of all time on fukawa's lips. it is dry. out here in the elements, his lips are not moisturized. he does not part his on lips. it's the equivalent of a kiss from a bag of oranges. there's nothing romantic about this, the unsexiest kiss of all time.
and that's that. his hands drop off her shoulders, and when fukawa opens her eyes, she'll see felix has taken a step back, wiping his mouth on the back of his glove.]
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and he stares at her, waiting, eyes closed. lips ever so slightly parted. waiting. waiting. why is she so okay with this???
this is a sylvain thing. but it's not like he doesn't know how to kiss??? in theory, at least??? it should be... like...
he leans down. it's a challenge, right. like a sword fight. he does this, and he wins. and then they never talk about it again. right.
...
after what is, at this point, literally minutes, he leans forward and
plants the barest, babiest, chastest kiss of all time on fukawa's lips. it is dry. out here in the elements, his lips are not moisturized. he does not part his on lips. it's the equivalent of a kiss from a bag of oranges. there's nothing romantic about this, the unsexiest kiss of all time.
and that's that. his hands drop off her shoulders, and when fukawa opens her eyes, she'll see felix has taken a step back, wiping his mouth on the back of his glove.]
There. Done.