[ He waits quietly with his hand still rather close, just letting it rest there while she decides on the flavour. Once she's swallowed it though, he shifts slowly until he can drag the macaron across her lower lip, then slowly leans forward to taste it that way.
This is all Widget's fault. ]
Like your perfume. [ Is all he murmurs for a moment, because of course he remembers how his leather jacket was once she was done with it. The smell of raspberries was overwhelming, yet also incredibly comforting.
That done though, he twists to take a bite from what's left for himself, leaving another third untouched. ]
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This is all Widget's fault. ]
Like your perfume. [ Is all he murmurs for a moment, because of course he remembers how his leather jacket was once she was done with it. The smell of raspberries was overwhelming, yet also incredibly comforting.
That done though, he twists to take a bite from what's left for himself, leaving another third untouched. ]