[He's going to say them again, especially if that's the reaction they get. There's no smile - he can't, not as a floating heart - but the light coming from his core grows even brighter as Keats laughs. Beams of white light shine through the vents, tinting the air with a soft halo.
Idiots. They're both such idiots.
He hovers closer as he's beckoned.]
don't make me throw up.
[Charming.
He presses himself against the other's lips. It's... warm. More than anything has the right to be. It... He can't kiss back, only able to offer another burst of static in return, but even being able to feel it in the first place is like a revelation. This is what all those songs are about. This is why every kiss ends in fireworks and the chorus always swells. This is why Audrey runs off with Seymour and how Robert breaks Giselle's curse.
...how sappy. This is the worst.
...
He might be losing control of himself and starting to slowly sink to the floor.]
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Idiots. They're both such idiots.
He hovers closer as he's beckoned.]
don't make me throw up.
[Charming.
He presses himself against the other's lips. It's... warm. More than anything has the right to be. It... He can't kiss back, only able to offer another burst of static in return, but even being able to feel it in the first place is like a revelation. This is what all those songs are about. This is why every kiss ends in fireworks and the chorus always swells. This is why Audrey runs off with Seymour and how Robert breaks Giselle's curse.
...how sappy. This is the worst.
...
He might be losing control of himself and starting to slowly sink to the floor.]