"Hey babe, you have something on your face." Xayah pointed right above his lips. "You might want to take care of that, the charmer might loose his charm."
“Hate to disagree with ya, Darling, but I really don’t think anything’s there… yet.” Rakan leaned in towards Xayah and tapped his pursed lips with a fingertip, arching a brow. “Was hopin’ you might solve that lil problem for me.~”










