[She isn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't that.
It wasn't him leaning in, so close that she feels his breath tickle her cheek. So close that his voice rumbles into her bones. So close that he—]
Cidolfus—!?
[Her hand snaps up to where she'd felt the warmth of his tongue sweep across her lip and she presses her fingers to it, as if he'd just slapped her there instead, and she feels the little bit of sauce that is still left behind. She doesn't even care that she's spat out some of the dough in the process, pieces flying this way and that as she tries to right herself and find her composure after he so abruptly wrenched it from her grasp.]
A napkin would do fine next time!
[And with her face as red as the blood moon above, she picks up a ball from her basket and violently hurls it at him.]
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It wasn't him leaning in, so close that she feels his breath tickle her cheek. So close that his voice rumbles into her bones. So close that he—]
Cidolfus—!?
[Her hand snaps up to where she'd felt the warmth of his tongue sweep across her lip and she presses her fingers to it, as if he'd just slapped her there instead, and she feels the little bit of sauce that is still left behind. She doesn't even care that she's spat out some of the dough in the process, pieces flying this way and that as she tries to right herself and find her composure after he so abruptly wrenched it from her grasp.]
A napkin would do fine next time!
[And with her face as red as the blood moon above, she picks up a ball from her basket and violently hurls it at him.]