Okay, what about a hicsqueak with a tard bit too much witches brew ? :')
Bonus: It’s only logical
“Hecate Hardbroom, you are a silly, beautiful, ridiculous witch.”
Pippa was leaning heavily on Hecate, staggering in a wobbly line with her heels in her hand.
“I don’t—” Hecate said, struggling to support them both. “I don’t think you know what you’re saying.”
“Why would I say something if I didn’t know what I was saying?”
“Even though I’m not strictly speaking sober, there’s no way that makes logical sense,” Hecate retorted.
Pippa stopped and pouted grumpily. “I’ll give you logical.” She cupped the startled Hecate’s face, dropping her shoes to the floor, and kissed her directly on the lips.
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just a lil cuteness don’t mind me :’)
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