[It most certainly is. Jeanne pulls back just far enough to appreciate the view. It isn't as if they do this often; this might be the last time for months she ever gets to see Abdul pressed up against a brick wall. Best to enjoy it while she can.
He's got her lipstick smeared over his mouth. Not obscenely, just a little. It's a good look for him, she thinks, and reaches up to rub her thumb against his mouth.]
None of those people got this, either. [She hums softly, her thumb pressing forward.] Your mouth's gone red, you know.
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He's got her lipstick smeared over his mouth. Not obscenely, just a little. It's a good look for him, she thinks, and reaches up to rub her thumb against his mouth.]
None of those people got this, either. [She hums softly, her thumb pressing forward.] Your mouth's gone red, you know.