[He's getting emotional whiplash between his flustered anger and this soft warmth that's running through him now. He relaxes at the kiss, breathing out a half laugh, half sigh, and smiles.]
It'd be weird if you did. [Playfully, he looks up, like he's trying to remember something, running his thumb over Dextera's with their joined hands.] I bet there's a word for what we are to each other, somewhere.
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[He's getting emotional whiplash between his flustered anger and this soft warmth that's running through him now. He relaxes at the kiss, breathing out a half laugh, half sigh, and smiles.]
It'd be weird if you did. [Playfully, he looks up, like he's trying to remember something, running his thumb over Dextera's with their joined hands.] I bet there's a word for what we are to each other, somewhere.