[ Sizhui’s soft breath sifts through the phone, and the warm, intimate sound has his eyes falling open as he drops his head back down. His thoughts drift along with an ease coursing through his body from the alcohol, simple and unguarded. ]
Kissing someone? [ His voice is low and quiet, a pause conveying his confusion before he answers. ] No, I don’t—not by any rules I know of. Were you—do you think it’s punishable?
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Kissing someone? [ His voice is low and quiet, a pause conveying his confusion before he answers. ] No, I don’t—not by any rules I know of. Were you—do you think it’s punishable?