[Ah... A kiss on the ice cream, huh? That's... probably a better way to do it than licking. The contact makes him turn even redder, enough so that his red ears match hers. But he laughs again, quietly, and he leans his head a little closer to hers. That was...
There's... still some ice cream on her nose.
Slowly, he leans a little closer to kiss her nose, right where the ice cream is. He copies her actions; kissing it off of her skin, and he leans back an inch to lick his lips.
... They were really close right now. He could practically feel the heat from her face... or maybe it was from his own. Either way, he leans in a little, as if he intends to kiss her lips without really thinking, though he hovers back before he can make contact. M-Maybe they should finish their ice cream... He can feel his melting onto his hand, anyway.]
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There's... still some ice cream on her nose.
Slowly, he leans a little closer to kiss her nose, right where the ice cream is. He copies her actions; kissing it off of her skin, and he leans back an inch to lick his lips.
... They were really close right now. He could practically feel the heat from her face... or maybe it was from his own. Either way, he leans in a little, as if he intends to kiss her lips without really thinking, though he hovers back before he can make contact. M-Maybe they should finish their ice cream... He can feel his melting onto his hand, anyway.]