[ John looks at Dave's lips. Thank God it's not a beak amirite. He raises his eyebrows, obviously interested, and slips a hand on Dave's cheek, leaning closer to advertise his intentions to the heavens but not really doing anything because he needs to know Dave wants this too. Stealing lip kisses is pathetic. ]
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[ John looks at Dave's lips. Thank God it's not a beak amirite. He raises his eyebrows, obviously interested, and slips a hand on Dave's cheek, leaning closer to advertise his intentions to the heavens but not really doing anything because he needs to know Dave wants this too. Stealing lip kisses is pathetic. ]
[ Your move, Strider. ]