[He will drink it slooowly. Carefully, not like the impulsive Peter Boris might expect. And even though he said only a sip, he can't help but drink more. Down the hatch, all of this goes.]
[Boris tastes considerably better than this weird orange stuff. And Peter minus the yan, minus the germs, and all the compulsions that make him Peter, he doesn't mind giving his lips to Boris until it's absolutely necessary to breathe.]
What's there to rhyme with orange...? [mmm more Boris.] There's nothing, only orange...
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Boris pounces on the white rabbit and well...licks his cheek.
The cat grins, somewhat satisfied. ]
Looking for me?
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That goes without saying! I was wondering just what you were playing.
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[ Shoves orange soda at. Indirect kisses also do want! ]
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[He takes the soda and drinks it without a second thought.]
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How's it taste?
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[He will drink it slooowly. Carefully, not like the impulsive Peter Boris might expect. And even though he said only a sip, he can't help but drink more. Down the hatch, all of this goes.]
Oh, I see... It's quite tasty!
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I was going to say "orange you jealous" but now it's all gone and I'm the one who's jealous.
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[This sudden urge to kiss... Peter has it.]
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[ Alice would be sad if the bunny died...and Boris was finding the need to get another taste of Peter.
Who was he to resist?
Here, have some Boris. ]
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What's there to rhyme with orange...? [mmm more Boris.] There's nothing, only orange...
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Have a cheek kiss. ]
Er...
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[ Have a big hug. The biggest he can give. Don't worry though, he's fluffy. ]
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