Sasha runs up to Bertl wearing a big, warm smile. Placing calloused hands on his hips she stands on her tiptoes. Batting her eyelashes her smile turns mischievous before she placing a big sloppy lick on his cheek. Quickly dashing away with gleeful giggling. ((WE'RE HAPPY YOU'RE BACK! WE'RE NOT SORRY ABOUT THIS))
「♠ ⸥ ⎯ Bertholdt hadn’t expected that at all, perhaps a short and sweet kiss, though he wasn’t particularly fond of being affectionate in front of a crowd, though that was just him being a prude.
“Sasha!” he hissed softly, slightly embarrassed by her action and wiped her spit away with the back of his hand. “Manners! We’ve talked about th-” Ah, and she was gone again.
Be strong, Bertl.
You’re smarter than this...
Don’t let her play you like a fiddle...
Nevermind.
The young male sighed loudly and began to run after her. “Wait!”













