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How long have we been dancing? Long enough my paws are tender on the dry grass, that my joints are loose with laughter, that the fire needs to be stoked but I can't bring myself to part because that smile is all I see. Our song has spread so far from our camp I wouldn't be surprised if the Eoboxan heard and joined.
Full lips are so close. With every other part of the body exhausted so far, that's all that's left.
I hear the yearning in her eyes. I can see it in her breath. The magic of our dance has overcome us both. Like a wave to the shore, I follow the pull of her lips.
I meet the tide for a moment of thalassic bliss. I adjust my stance, lick my lips, move back in. I'm stilled.
… Huh.
This is supposed to be the part where we make out under the night sky.
Why am I stopped? Does she have shield magic I don't know of? Oh, I hope so. That would be so cool. But there's no light shining through my eyelids. I can't open them; can't risk scaring her off, can't ruin the moment.
I sniff. There's blood.
And–and my nose hurts.
Oh, spirits, my nose really hurts.
"Owwwww!" My whining is even more nasally. I pull back. Someone's got my nose and not in the way you'd make a child cry. "Ow, ow, owowowow–!"
They let go. I stumble, fall back, twirl at the last moment and hop up to my feet to face my attacker. Xayah stands mere footsteps away gawking at me like I sprouted a second head.
I feel on top of both my shoulders before grabbing at my nose. It's wet.
"You…?" I pull my hand back. It's red. "... You bit my nose?"