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he huffs softly at the response given, nipping at fynn's neck playfully. "liar," he murmurs, though his complaints are quickly forgotten when the pale boy kisses his neck. his heart skips a little at the returned nip, skin heating — but then fynn (indirectly) mentions his awful stomach-noise, and embarrassment quickly overwhelms the faint warmth blooming over his skin. "yeah, i guess," he says, trying not to sound anxious. he knows fynn was only teasing, of course... which just makes him feel embarrassed about feeling embarrassed. ugh, what a mess. "are you?" he steps back to reach for the hare, dropping it between them and hoping the answer is yes.