[The Chroma is divine. He's cold, and miserable, and sorely lacking in it...and this sort of contact between them is more than enough to incite a stronger burst of energy than simply holding hands. He responds to Marie's advances eagerly, letting his lips part to invite her in.
...carefully, since his teeth are sharp and prominent in his mouth, still a worry even though she told him it's nothing.]
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...carefully, since his teeth are sharp and prominent in his mouth, still a worry even though she told him it's nothing.]