[i][b]HEY[/b][/i]

Stoppit! Stop that at [i]once![/i] You! He! He doesn’t care [i]how[/i] many hands you lay on him he’ll just squirm them right off! Twist and tug and groan and squirm them right off! Riiiiiiiiiight off! Squirm and squirm and squirmity squirm squirm [i]off![/i]

Right! That’s it! You wanna cheat the foxboy? You wanna cheat the foxboy like the princess? (Princesses totally get cheated, that’s the only way anybody ever beats them, duh) You just let him go and let him get his heartblade back out and [i]eep![/i] get his heartblade [i]o-ooh!![/i] let him get his heart [i]why!?![/i] let [i]hapskjuk?![/i] go and let him [i]hrkk-![/i] get his [i]squeak![/i] heartbl [i]ohmygoodness[/i] ade to [i]to[/i] mmmpphhh!!! [i]to show you[/i] o-oh, that, thigh go squish [i]show you all wait hang on[/i]

The Khan takes his chin in her hand. Her big hand. Her hand that is big. Because of many much muscles. That’s why it’s big, silly. And! She is [i]delighted[/i] to hold his chin. She is [i]adoring[/i] to hold his chin. Adoring, hold, for chin, who wouldn’t, for Golden Faun chin? This is all proper and good and so it’s really weird that you’d call any of these huntresses disrespectful bet you didn’t think about that huh. A-and, he’s breathing in [i]her[/i] face, actually. Oh! No! Not, mocking her! No mocking breathing here! That’d be rude! Feel how hot his breath is, can breath that hot be mocking? Didn’t think so. See, he’s breathing to get all the heat out, because he needs to get the heat out, or else he’ll burst into flames, and she’ll burn her hand, and that’ll be super embarrassing. She might even burn her other hand. If she’s got one.

“A-aww, you - eep! - you recognized me?” Now he’s speaking in her face! How about that! “And I thought no one in a…ahh…alll the Outside still remembered the Tale of Twin Tails.” Now he’s foxily smiling in her face! How about that! “Lucky me~”

Now he’s kissing in her face! On her mouth, specifically!

How about that.

When a foxboy doesn’t need to fuss with arms, hands, legs, standing, the next five minutes, that sure clears up a lot of room for kissing, huh? Between you and me and the Khan, he maybe doesn’t [i]exactly[/i] know what he’s doing. But he has thought an awful lot about it. So when, for once, he’s the one doing the stealing, well, that’s the perfect opportunity to try, isn’t it? Not to smother. Not to overpower. Just. Glow. Give. Let a little hum flutter in his throat. Let the joy and fire bubble up from his chest and press it tenderly, clumsily to her lips. From a Prince-Princess to a huntress.

He really did want to finish that duel. Wasn’t it fun? Won’t you give him your name? Won’t you indulge him with one more dance?

Taste him, and know truth.

[Hazel takes a String, and gives one in turn.]

“The offer still stands, my brave khan.” He breathes. He whispers. Dangerously close. “And that makes two points for me~”

There is a glimmer in his eye. And his nose. And his triangles. And all both his tails. And his other eye. And

[b]FWOOSH[/b]

And Hazel Valentine Fletcher’s mouth hangs open. Unable to speak another word.

[i](oh gosh i led her on)[/i]

[Rolling to [b]Entice[/b] Khan Mikela: 5 + 5 - 1 = 9]