[If he still had his wings, they'd flutter a bit at that kiss. Alas, the most he can do is press in for just a second longer than she does, following her for just a bit before he pulls away, the lightest hint of a blush creeping up in his cheeks.
It's at that point that Crummy decides to see who is at the door, and she makes a little sound at the scene that sounds like a mixture of a squeak and an 'aww'.]
Yeah, my type don't do well in cold. Turns out that's about true for squishies.
[While he decides to ogle up the trolley, Crummy cranes up to look at what Roze has brought -- and gasps.]
You're really taking all of that stuff around to people? Wow...
I like being full of love. [Misfire grins wider.] But food'n stuff's good too.
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It's at that point that Crummy decides to see who is at the door, and she makes a little sound at the scene that sounds like a mixture of a squeak and an 'aww'.]
Yeah, my type don't do well in cold. Turns out that's about true for squishies.
[While he decides to ogle up the trolley, Crummy cranes up to look at what Roze has brought -- and gasps.]
You're really taking all of that stuff around to people? Wow...
I like being full of love. [Misfire grins wider.] But food'n stuff's good too.