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[thiefprinceremy]

Since a certain Holiday Party, a certain Delicate Flower had decided that he quite liked corsets, thank you very much

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[cheevy]

The sound of whining is more TANGIBLE than audible, and seems to be accompanying a chorus of squeaky sneezes from a few booths away.

The mouse has become a plague rat D:

[cheevy]

Miniver rubs his forehead. "I'm not sure I know what that means," he mumbles defeatedly.

[thiefprinceremy]

His brow arched, smirk gone wicked, "Be happy t'give y'a practical demonstration if y'like."

Because he didn't care about germs. Seriously.

[cheevy]

"Uhhhhhh....."

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[thiefprinceremy]

Clearly this response translated into: "yes, please do, I would appreciate that very much" in Remy-ese.

This was evidenced by the fact that he eeeedged closer, practically flattening himself against Miniver's side, fingers inching up to press against the other's jaw, tilting his head into place.

The kiss was thorough, that was for sure, and while it may not have been hot enough to incinerate cold germs on its own, it was certainly up there, and likely would if it were allowed to continue.

[cheevy]

Miniver goes more or less like this:

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He's not drunk enough to take this without a certain amount of WTF??!?!!

...But he's also not healthy enough to be immediately inclined to stop it.

[thiefprinceremy]

Woo-hoo! Deer in the headlights! Remy liked getting that response.

And really it was probably a good thing that Miniver didn't try and put a stop to the kiss right off, because really, he was just getting to the germ-burning part. Really. He was. Right after that little tongue-teasy part. And the bitey part.

[cheevy]

Miniver sinks back and lets Remy snog him. It is... rather nice, actually. And this is fine because Remy is one of Pickles' very good friends, right?

Totally.

Yeah, okay, so there might be a little reciprocation on Miniver's part after a while.

This rather beats having to beg and barter for Draco to kiss him even once, quickly, when he had allergies last spring.

[thiefprinceremy]

Suuure, that was what they were. Just very good friends. Right. >,>

Besides that, Remy had quite a bit of experience at this, and quite a bit of practice besides, and the kiss was finally edging up into germ-burning territory when Miniver began to respond which just made Remy purr faintly, fingers still resting lightly against the other's jaw, not-quite holding his head in place, but not letting him up easily either.

[cheevy]

Miniver snogs back a little, but considering he can't breathe through his nose right now, it doesn't last all THAT long, and eventually he falls back just to breathe.

"....oh."

He's about the color of a steamed crawfish right now.

[thiefprinceremy]

Remy? Was smirking. He was smirking a lot. His brow arched as he sat back as well, head tilted, "Well? What's t'verdict?"

[cheevy]

Miniver considers.

And sneezes.

"I'd say it needs more work but I think it might kill me," he rasps apologetically.

[thiefprinceremy]

He laughed softly then, shaking his head and shrugging, "Oui, s'easy 'nough t'overdose, but t'good news is even t'at won' kill y'." A shrug, "Not f'long anyway."

[cheevy]

Miniver chuckles hoarsely.

"Well. Thanks, Remy. Shoot, I hope Pickles doesn't sulk if I tell him about that."

[thiefprinceremy]

Another shrug, smirk gone entirely wicked, "Well y'know where t'send him if he does."

[cheevy]

Miniver honestly tries to laugh, and ends up coughing and flopping over onto the table looking a bit miserable.

"Yeah. I'll send him over if he gets bored with me bein' like this."