[Rude little thing. He frowns for that, turning his head, teasing back.]
You're in trouble for swiping kisses.
[But he warms, a feeling that glows him, again--- pleasant, and leaving his lips sort of blushed. His better arm lifts, brushing fringe from her face.]
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You're in trouble for swiping kisses.
[But he warms, a feeling that glows him, again--- pleasant, and leaving his lips sort of blushed. His better arm lifts, brushing fringe from her face.]
I'll expect them returned.