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Kissy time for the stupid violin man!
Sometimes, survivors can be a bit of a pain in Antonio’s ass when they aren’t against him in the games. In fact he hates how much of a headache they can get when they’re upset about ‘unfair turns’ Antonio tends to pull. It truly isn’t his fault that they’re always gullible and foolish to his trick filled whims. However, this time, this one was more frustrating. Naib, of all people, decided to cause an uproar of Antonio’s whits of mischief. At first Antonio tried to joke and mock off Naib’s threats, but it for some reason got louder, like a petty child.
That was when this happened, these two having their heads butt against one another; Antonio won’t let a mere mercenary get in his way of a good mood of string practice, but a sudden poison flick at Naib was what got to the smaller one so sudden, making his small hands grip on the ends of Antonio’s tattered coat to tug him down, lips smashed against each other so awkwardly.
It was unexpected, it was fast, and it was rough. But lords, it was welcoming to Antonio, for it has been quite some time since he’s ever been given such cheeky affection, and it only ignited his ego knowing the violinist prod the other’s nerves this much to get the other to not punch him, but to kiss him. A small grunt under this man’s voice, digits twitched unsure if it is even appropriate to hold onto Naib’s small hips. Oh my, the emotions this silver-tongued demon was feeling, it was alienating.
As lips parted, he paused, noticing his insult was taken right out of his mouth, for once the hunter was speechless, unsure of what he could even say in his defense.