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tinsy pp, can edit if ya want

well. let's blame it on the movement of the stars, pretending we believe in such things. samothes is not, frankly, the kind of man who rises to dares. but he is tired of being a coward and -- for a breath he feels as though this is he and **** so many months ago now. boldly he comes forward, planting a kiss right on the stranger's (!) mouth, pulling back untroubled and slow, accepting whatever violence may greet the gesture. "i've kissed much worse," he tells him, "but it's yet to make me better." grin. wait for punishment. repeat.