[ The last time she had been kissed, it had been in a dream in an effort to keep projections from finding herself and Arthur and ripping them into pieces. It had been for a job, and for Arthur, it had been eight months ago. But this is now (real or otherwise) and this is for her. There's no life-or-death situation, just a tall ginger wizard who co-runs a joke shop and has been flirting with her all day.
She kisses back, one hand moving to rest on his arm. ]
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She kisses back, one hand moving to rest on his arm. ]