[ In some ways, it's difficult to pull the wool over Lighter's eyes. He's sharper than he lets on in a situation that requires a little caution and nuance. However, right now is not one of those times. That tiny knot of anxiety beating in his chest, the one telling him to not flub this one, is making him think about two clumsy steps ahead of himself. That the modesty is a ruse is 100% lost on him.
So — it's a sweet kiss. Warm (warmer for the slight fluster on his cheeks), even-keeled. Lighter won't be bringing home any titles for his prowess at kissing, but it's not like he's totally in the dark, even if he thinks he wouldn't even bother trying to count the meager number of good experiences he's had.
It's pure instinct that makes him breathe in the sound of her giggle, just enough to break the kiss. ]
Okay then. [ Curiously, he lifts a gloved hand to her face, forgetting he has cursed paws right now. ] How is the princess feeling?
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So — it's a sweet kiss. Warm (warmer for the slight fluster on his cheeks), even-keeled. Lighter won't be bringing home any titles for his prowess at kissing, but it's not like he's totally in the dark, even if he thinks he wouldn't even bother trying to count the meager number of good experiences he's had.
It's pure instinct that makes him breathe in the sound of her giggle, just enough to break the kiss. ]
Okay then. [ Curiously, he lifts a gloved hand to her face, forgetting he has cursed paws right now. ] How is the princess feeling?