[ He leans into the touch on his face, one hand coming up to cover Cacao's in return. Warm. It's so warm. It's different than dough in that regards, and Vanilla can't say he doesn't like it. He fits his fingers between Cacao's and feels the other lean in. He doesn't pull away, and instead sighs softly into the fragile touch of the kiss. It's just a brush, more of a sharing of air, but Vanilla feels what the other is offering.
He leans in to close the distance. The kiss is soft, uncertain in it's execution, but a return of the empathy and hope. And a promise, as his letter stated. A vision for the future for the two of them. ]
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Date: 2024-04-10 01:23 am (UTC)He leans in to close the distance. The kiss is soft, uncertain in it's execution, but a return of the empathy and hope. And a promise, as his letter stated. A vision for the future for the two of them. ]