[Not as much of a dig as it could be. Just simple trail-mix carrying fact.
Devon reacts like his namesake, eyes closing tight, before blinking open to turn toward Harry - impulsively reaching up to grab him by the cheek and redirect his lips to his own.]
[He presses a little more firmly into the kiss, arm slung around Harry's neck and holding on as he resists pulling back until he needs to. Taking a breath, he sighs.
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[He's playing up the stupid vibe to empathize, wiggling his thumbs in the air.]
I never did the boy scout thing very well. Moss grows somewhere, yadda yadda.
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[He turns his head and kisses Devon's temple.]
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[Not as much of a dig as it could be. Just simple trail-mix carrying fact.
Devon reacts like his namesake, eyes closing tight, before blinking open to turn toward Harry - impulsively reaching up to grab him by the cheek and redirect his lips to his own.]
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The world is so fantastic, he thinks. As are the people in it, after all.]
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And then dips back in.]
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Are you alright, dear?
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[Another break his head resting against Harry's chest.]
I just like this. I like it a lot.
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I feel that in spite of our cultural differences we have forged a connection.
[Harry holds him, extremely content in the moment.]
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[Like mold, he'll always be here.]
... I'm probably the farthest from the type you thought you had, huh?
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[A soft laugh.] Oh, yes. And I suspect the same holds true for your perspective.
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[...]
Except you turned out to be alright.
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[Hey, he has to say it when he can.]
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Is it? Well, thank you.
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I'm so very glad I met you. You mischievous... twink.
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I've got my benefits. Can we make out now?
🎀
He laughs again.]
Yes.