[ It's kind of stupid how glad Ramir gets when Sigma reappears. He wasn't even gone ten minutes; honestly, it's like she's lost all object permanence. But here it is, she's pleased to have him back again, as clearly evident in the glad smile that warms her face. She tosses aside her phone (it's all pictures she's seen a hundred times, anyway) and takes the mug with one hand while the other slides around his waist to pull him in closer.
That is, until the kiss. Then she makes a face, freeing up that hand again to brush over her cheek, smoothing out anything he'd messed up. ]
Come on, I just put this shit on. It'll dry soon, give it a sec.
[ Which won't make it totally kiss-proof... but it'll help. And a gentle scolding at least takes her mind off the fact that she has to wear it at all, and what he'd be seeing otherwise. Unpleasant thoughts, both. ]
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That is, until the kiss. Then she makes a face, freeing up that hand again to brush over her cheek, smoothing out anything he'd messed up. ]
Come on, I just put this shit on. It'll dry soon, give it a sec.
[ Which won't make it totally kiss-proof... but it'll help. And a gentle scolding at least takes her mind off the fact that she has to wear it at all, and what he'd be seeing otherwise. Unpleasant thoughts, both. ]