Why would I do something like that if it wasn't amusing to me?
[There's a lot of ways to do something like this. But it might be overthinking it to debate it too long. She's right, after all. Making a big deal of it is pointless. And all of that bullshit doesn't matter anyway. It's just a kiss.
So, rather than bothering with anything ceremonious, he casually lifts his hand to cup her cheek. Her skin feels warm against his hand. It's as if she's 'real' instead of merely a soul taking on the form of its' outer body. Would it bleed, if he cut it? He's never tried to do something like that before. He supposes he won't try it later, either. But it's still a thought that intrigues him. As much as he knows about souls, there's still always that endless level of knowledge just further enough away to be unreachable.
He blinks, realizing he's staring at her. That's probably not good, but it was only for a second or two. Probably not enough to weird her out.]
Don't worry. I won't bite.
[It may be a joke, but she hasn't seen those tiny fangs of his up close. They might be too small to be actually dangerous, but they can sure hurt.
Leaning down, he hesitates slightly, almost imperceptibly, his breath hot against her lips, before pressing them together. And just like that, the mental barrier of 'do not touch' has been broken.]
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[There's a lot of ways to do something like this. But it might be overthinking it to debate it too long. She's right, after all. Making a big deal of it is pointless. And all of that bullshit doesn't matter anyway. It's just a kiss.
So, rather than bothering with anything ceremonious, he casually lifts his hand to cup her cheek. Her skin feels warm against his hand. It's as if she's 'real' instead of merely a soul taking on the form of its' outer body. Would it bleed, if he cut it? He's never tried to do something like that before. He supposes he won't try it later, either. But it's still a thought that intrigues him. As much as he knows about souls, there's still always that endless level of knowledge just further enough away to be unreachable.
He blinks, realizing he's staring at her. That's probably not good, but it was only for a second or two. Probably not enough to weird her out.]
Don't worry. I won't bite.
[It may be a joke, but she hasn't seen those tiny fangs of his up close. They might be too small to be actually dangerous, but they can sure hurt.
Leaning down, he hesitates slightly, almost imperceptibly, his breath hot against her lips, before pressing them together. And just like that, the mental barrier of 'do not touch' has been broken.]