*eases up a little off him to try to help with the awkward angle they have going there, though he doesn't let go of Spitfire's hair and his arm remains looped around his neck. and as tangled as they are, the kiss itself is surprisingly... tame.*
[that's a good thing all things considered -- manages to get a fist tangled in Sora's shirt but just uses it to hold on as he runs his tongue across Sora's lips]
*Sora does press it, the hand tangled in Spitfire's hair massaging his scalp and the arm that had been wrapped around his neck loosening to drape casually around him*
*lets it rest there, teasing kisses not pushing any harder, perhaps passingly curious as to how long this oddly comfortable arrangement can be maintained*
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You weigh a ton -- get off me!
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Hey, why're you yellin' at me?!
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Because your fat ass is crushing me!
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If I'm so fat, why're you pullin' me on toppa you?
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[grabs Sora's arm to keep it off his throat and aims another elbow at his ribs]
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Always had to be makin' things more difficult for yourself.
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So sorry that steel hurts worse than flesh and blood.
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