[ The light above her door casts heavy shadows upon them; for her, it accents her cheekbones, her jawline. After she speaks, she steps closer, obscuring the whole of what he may see of her.
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He blinks. Her lips are soft upon his cheek. He doesn't move as she withdraws, and for the few seconds afterwards, should she be looking at him, she'll catch a rather unique expression: contemplative, quiet... then-- withdrawn.
He takes a step away from both her and the light. ]
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He blinks. Her lips are soft upon his cheek. He doesn't move as she withdraws, and for the few seconds afterwards, should she be looking at him, she'll catch a rather unique expression: contemplative, quiet... then-- withdrawn.
He takes a step away from both her and the light. ]
You are welcome.