[Now they are both in each other's faces, arguing. Well, it's some sort of progress.
Murasaki looks utterly exasperated at that argument though, because--]
Nice, that doesn't even make sense--
[Ughhh UGH. Nice is in his face, leaning up a bit, and making these utterly ridiculous arguments, and Murasaki... reacts on a whim, reaching out to grab Nice's collar to drag him just the little distance closer to shove their faces together angrily.
I mean. To kiss. Yeah.
It's not the most romantic kiss to ever exist, that's for sure--it's probably 60% done just to shut Nice up. But even so...there's something there, something that makes Murasaki linger for a brief moment.
And then he catches himself and pulls away sharply and crosses his arms and looks away with a huff.]
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Murasaki looks utterly exasperated at that argument though, because--]
Nice, that doesn't even make sense--
[Ughhh UGH. Nice is in his face, leaning up a bit, and making these utterly ridiculous arguments, and Murasaki... reacts on a whim, reaching out to grab Nice's collar to drag him just the little distance closer to shove their faces together angrily.
I mean. To kiss. Yeah.
It's not the most romantic kiss to ever exist, that's for sure--it's probably 60% done just to shut Nice up. But even so...there's something there, something that makes Murasaki linger for a brief moment.
And then he catches himself and pulls away sharply and crosses his arms and looks away with a huff.]
Shut up.