returning the kiss, but it doesn't take the pout away from her lips as her fingers gently graze the injury.
“you're still hurt! even if it isn't a bite. open wounds are dangerous —” her sentence is cut off when she's pulled back into the hug, arms wrapped tightly around her ->
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“ no more poking, you got it?? and picking up mystery pens — this could be dirty! ”⠀⠀⠀
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“ huh. ” retracting his hand , features scrunching up now as he closely observes the pen—- ah ! eventual stupid laugh. “ yeah , this thing is ancient. my bad. ”
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