[The second the mug leaves his lips, she makes her move, leaning in and enclosing his mouth in a kiss that tastes of chocolate through and through. Irhya lingers only for a few moments, just in case he's more likely to shove her off than reciprocate, and comes away with a sheepish smile, quietly praying she didn't just make it ten times worse again.
The apprehension is still heavy across the tether.]
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The apprehension is still heavy across the tether.]
I guess we must both be poisoned now.