♥ =evil cackling=
♥ For mine to accidentally bite yours too hard while kissing.
An accident? Most definitely. For more than one reason.
See, the thing was Max happened to be a naturally affectionate person when it came to people she was friendly with. Usually with hugs or shoulder pats or cheek kisses, or even arm punches, if the person allowed them. So of course, she would extend that priviledge to her newest friend Nel.
Granted, not to this extent right out of the gate.
It was a beautiful night out. Just the two of them hanging out outside of the city, talking about whatever (mostly Max listening to more of his stories about his homeworld), and drinking a bit of that famous Hoennese wine, ‘cause why not, right? It was fun! Max wasn’t close to being completely wasted, of course, but she did have a nice buzz going, and everything felt nice and the wind wasn’t super cold and she had that inner warmth that alcohol gives you and just… everything was nice. And she glanced over to her companion and felt that surge of affection she did whenever she hung out with a friend.
So, acting on it, she leaned over a plant a kiss on his cheek. But, she guessed she was a bit more drunk then she thought, because she sort of… missed.
Max’s lips landed soundly on Nel’s. Of course, if she wasn’t buzzed, her initial response would have been to jump back immediately and apologize for half an hour, not meaning it all. But seeing as she still felt nice, and he was warm… her less inhibited mind went ‘eh why not?’
So she continued, a hand coming up to rest against his cheek. Yeah, it felt nice. The alcohol made her a bit more bold, and she pressed a bit closer… aaaand jerked back a bit at the taste of copper in her mouth.
Apparently, she got a little too enthusiastic about it, and sunk her teeth in too far into his lip, ‘cause suddenly it was bloody. Blinking hazily, she met his gaze with a flushed face and a mortified expression, blood smeared against her lips. “Ohhhh… Arceus, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
