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Hand Kisses || Accepting
As the onetime leader of an organization himself, he's not totally a stranger to shows of respect, but Team Skull wasn't exactly what anyone could call formal. Not like this. But really, is this respect, or affection? He's honestly not certain about anything other than the fact he's never experienced this before. His hand is caught in Corbeau's smaller one and slowly brought up to the Syndicate leader's lips.
"You makin' me feel like some kine movie royalty," he mumbles, meeting the other's gaze and desperately hoping his cheeks aren't reflecting the heat he's feeling. "You going play da part of a dashing prince?" Wait, what did that make him?














