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[ On some unknown date to be later determined in greater detail; Cresselia sits at home. Not, of course, on Fullmoon Island, but his shared home with Darkrai on Awesome Island. He sits about, obviously flustered at something (as usual) as he looks around the room. Today was an important day, a special day.

...he wondered if Darkrai remembered.]

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http://i.imgur.com/BDyns.jpg look what KP drew B))) (NSFW)

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[When he finally pulls away he inhales a sharp breath, eyes wide. Immediately his mind is screaming all sorts of things at him and he quickly stares at the bottom of his robes, hand curling into a tiny fist against Darkrai's chest.

Was he going to make fun of him now?]

omg rai got that exact look on his face when i saw the picture

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[ Make fun of him? No. Venture into possibly uncomfortable territory? Yes.

Darkrai lets go with one arm, slipping his hand around Cresselia's, bringing them up to kiss his fingers in a way that's distinctly almost nervous.

That was how you did affection, right? Right? ]

dohohoho

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[Well that kiss gets him to relax, his face flushing red as his fingers slowly uncurl in his hand. His eyes flick from Darkrai's face to his hand, to the ground...he's just as nervous, but he's not stopping him.]

we can leer yes we can

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[ He sighs quietly, bowing his head to press his forehead to Cressy's hand, closing his eyes and taking soundless, deep breaths to calm himself down. Don't fuck it up now, Rai, what ever you do-- ]

you are allowed

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[That small show of nervousness and affection gets him to give a tiny smile, there's a quiet chuckle, before he throws caution to the wind and just... rests his forehead to Darkrai's, hand holding his.]

yessssssss

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[ He nearly jumps out of his skin, eyes snapping open, but he keeps himself from leaping away or moving away at all. After a minute, he relaxes again, not quite closing his eyes. ]

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...hehe... [He's giggling again, but it's a nice sound, a happy sound. A...comfortable sound.]

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[ He mimes the laugh, sighing quietly. This was... nice. ]

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[He wont pull away, and he wont say anything to try and ruin this moment. He just wants to be close to him right now.]

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[ It's about now that things have settled on 'enjoyable and comfortable' that his usual impulse to put an end to the moment before something happens to fuck it up surfaces. He calmly crushes it under his mental foot and closes his eyes. ]

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[Then you can have his arms around your shoulders, as he gently lets go of your hand. Another hug, and his forehead against yours...he looks really girly like this, but he doesn't care right now. His guard is completely down and he wants to savour the moment before either of them can ruin it somehow.]

Happy birthday.

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[ His arms slip around your waist and he bows his head just a little. If any of their family saw this he doubts they'd live it down, but who really gives a damn about them? ]

Happy Birthday.

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[A good majority would probably be "FUCK FINALLY" but.]

...w-what now?

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[ yes but i have a reputation to uphold and everything. ]

It's getting late.

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...o-oh. [Glancing away. We are not disappointed...!!]

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But... Did you want to go out for a bit?

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Even if it's late...? [but he nods...]

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Less people to bother us.

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Okay...

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Come on. [ he holds out a hand, smiling. ]

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... [he'll take your hand]

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[ and we'll lead you out the door for a ~romantic walk~ ]

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[f-following behind //]

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[ It's a nice, clear night with a nice large moon which means he doesn't need to pull them both through shadows for safety's sake. He keeps Cresselia's hand in his and takes care to match their paces. ]

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[It's nice, walking like this... hand-in-hand. He glances at their hands, cheeks flushed. He never thought they'd get to this point...]