Actually, yknow what? Get over here Michael. Raphael’s placing the biggest kiss on your cheek. Not even cleaning up the lipstick left from it!! He loves you with all his meow meow.
˚ʚ 𝓜 ɞ˚ ― Michael hardly had a moment to collect himself before Raphael utterly invaded his personal space. The kiss that landed on his cheek felt scorching as if it had seared itself into his skin, leaving behind an unmistakable imprint of BRIGHT lipstick that he futilely scrubbed at with shaking hands.
❝ Raphael?! ❞ The words escaped him in a breathless gasp, his jaw-dropping in disbelief. Heat rushed to his face, transforming his cheeks into a vibrant shade of crimson. Overwhelmed by a whirlwind of flustered emotions, he took out his frustration on the pristine marble table, his fists crashing down with enough force to shatter the surface in two.
He sank back against his chair, the splintered remnants of the table scattered before him, and let his chin rest on the jagged edge, reeling in the aftermath of that startling moment.