{ his brow furrows as rain patters on his face and hair again, a noise of protest sneaking to the back of his throat before he can help it. it is entirely only due to the rain though, which hopefully the hand that had been gripping thoma's jacket for dear life moving to curl around the back of thoma's neck as well will prove. he doesn't want the kissing to stop--he wants the rain to stop.
and as if on cue, he has to pull his mouth away suddenly, head twisting to sneeze into his own shoulder.
how romantic. }
Perha-- { and then he's clearing his throat, trying to get it back to normal when it cracks. } Perhaps we should continue this somewhere warmer?
{ they're both going to end up ill at this rate. }
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and as if on cue, he has to pull his mouth away suddenly, head twisting to sneeze into his own shoulder.
how romantic. }
Perha-- { and then he's clearing his throat, trying to get it back to normal when it cracks. } Perhaps we should continue this somewhere warmer?
{ they're both going to end up ill at this rate. }