[ His name is silenced with an awkward "oomf" as his lips collide with hers, and she needs a moment to adjust to the kiss. Thankfully, it's not too long before she's giggling into his mouth, her teeth clinking against his.
Pyra pulls away to look at him, draping her arms over his shoulders and linking her hands behind his neck. Although she's drenched, her skin and body remain warm, and she's not the least bit uncomfortable. It helps that she's a walking furnace, too, so it's not as if she'll stay wet for long. ]
...Ah, no fish-breath. Only sweetness. [ Probably tastes like whatever last sweets he's eaten. ]
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Pyra pulls away to look at him, draping her arms over his shoulders and linking her hands behind his neck. Although she's drenched, her skin and body remain warm, and she's not the least bit uncomfortable. It helps that she's a walking furnace, too, so it's not as if she'll stay wet for long. ]
...Ah, no fish-breath. Only sweetness. [ Probably tastes like whatever last sweets he's eaten. ]