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IT'S FACE-SUCKING SATURDAY

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ur character + that character = facesucking.
underagedchans can hug or hold hands etc.

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Occasionally.
More often as a gesture of apology or to signify the recovery after an argument.
Sometimes, but rarely out of simple affection.

[ a pause. ]

Is this more or less the answer you were expecting?

Well, I don't know if that's the best reason for it.

I'm afraid I haven't had much experience with kissing.

[ a curious pause. ]

Because you don't enjoy it?
Or because you have not been afforded opportunities?

[ he rubs the back of his neck, awkwardly. ]

Ah. I suppose opportunity is the thing I've been missing. You runs city, it gets a little tough.

[ another light pause. then, finally: ]

Do you wish for me to assist you?

Oh. Well, that's really not necessary, but...

[ He winces. ]

I wouldn't say no.

[ she gestures him closer to her. ]

Come here.

[ Rounding in... He's not, well, okay, he is apprehensive, but he doesn't show it. It's only in the slow way he approaches, hands twining with themselves. He avoids nervous habits because they're considered tells, but in this, he can't help them.

And he can hear the click and whirr and faint language that comes from her, before he closes in. ]

Like I said, it's not necessary, just an idle thought.

[ plainly, in response: ]

I can hear your heartbeat and sense your surface body temperature.
You are anxious.
That is unnecessary.

[ her hands are smooth and cool when she presses them to either side of his face, tilting his head towards herself. she's surprisingly gentle, every movement fine-tuned and controlled by intricate wiring so that even though she's capable of breaking bones effortlessly, her touch now is light. ]

I will not hurt you.

Well, even if you would--

[ Wait, that was probably not the type of language that would go well at this very moment. Seriously, Mitchell is that bad at this that he was about to bring up the "I can talk to your body" shit that really doesn't go over well. Thankfully he stops, still listening to the parts of her body sing to him. It's relaxing, in a way. They're controlled in a way that other machines aren't, where coffee pots are erratic and functional, and where the parts of old buildings sing, Danger is pure control and function. He doesn't mind this so much, but maybe it's because she is a machine that he can find this as maybe not appealing, but something to handle well. ]

[ he reminds her, in vague ways, of madison. maybe that's why she's chosen to do this at all.

when she leans to press her lips against his, her mouth is as cool and smooth as the rest of her. it isn't like kissing a real woman-- a real woman would be warm, pliant maybe. she would breath, her face might flush. but danger's kiss is a different kind of gesture, less affected, and she lingers only a moment before letting him go. ]

[ It doesn't linger, and he's not exactly the most responsive when it comes to kisses. Instead, he's as cold as she, a momentary press of flesh to metal, before she lets him go, and he can only really rub the back of his neck awkwardly. ]

Ah, that was interesting.

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