[ One hand moves to her waist as they part. The bells chime, and a flower tumbles out of his hair to the ground.
Mm. Not necessarily in that order, but. Yes. This. Especially this. A breath of a laugh escapes him. Her hand wrapped around him, he bends down to meet her chasing lips.
He reaches down, too, curling his fingers around her wrist. He rings one of the little bells with a flick, because he can, pressing into her palm. ]
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Mm. Not necessarily in that order, but. Yes. This. Especially this. A breath of a laugh escapes him. Her hand wrapped around him, he bends down to meet her chasing lips.
He reaches down, too, curling his fingers around her wrist. He rings one of the little bells with a flick, because he can, pressing into her palm. ]