💋 A certain pink dad and a certain Namekian warrior
—-first five asks gets a kiss! (4/5)
❝You... you’d want a... kiss.❞ Statement bordering on the edge of questioning, clearly the idea strange and... awkward for Orachi to really understand. Not that he didn’t know what kissing was (that was one of the very first discoveries), but... well, experience had it only during certain points of time.
Now this particular Ice Demon was looking up at him, eyes half lidded, an expression the Namekian warrior had learned to be playful... flirty.
Violet purple would show against his darker green skin upon his face, glancing away for a moment. Not so much as to ignore the other, but to... do what was asked or to politely decline.
He’d best do so now, whichever he planned to go.
Swiftly he’d lower down to the other’s level, the Ice Demon greatly smaller than him by at least around two feet. And with that movement, he’d press a... small kiss onto the other’s cheek. He... couldn’t bring himself to go anywhere else. This alone made him greatly shy and embarrassed. But... he found that he did like Firn in a degree he didn’t think he would.