[There he is-- that's his Greed, always just a little more intense than he's expecting. He leans into each kiss, drinking it all in, humming against his lips.]
No such thing as too much, [murmured softly, and it's Ling's turn to kiss him harder now, pointed.] I'm not going anywhere.
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No such thing as too much, [murmured softly, and it's Ling's turn to kiss him harder now, pointed.] I'm not going anywhere.