[kisses you] It's a kissing disease. Spread it by kissing the first ten people on your dash.
"─No." Abrupt voiced denial as a hand swept upwards to block the incoming pursed lips that were aiming for his own. After the last bombardment of surprise kisses, he has developed a reflex to prevent them from being successful. Throwing her a narrowed, scrutinizing gaze as if asking whether or not she always engages in such past times.
"….does your brother know you’re going around kissing people?"











