[Ford's smile is the goofiest he's ever felt he's made, but in fairness he is trying to figure out the trajectory of his face in relation to Fiddleford's in order for an actual kiss to work.]
If he stays on that side of the room, we'll be fine for now. [Say something more mood-setting than roach talk! Say something nice!]
--You have. Really nice eyes.
[...terrible delivery, genius. He goes for another kiss on the cheek instead, and he lets it linger, his nose brushing softly.]
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If he stays on that side of the room, we'll be fine for now. [Say something more mood-setting than roach talk! Say something nice!]
--You have. Really nice eyes.
[...terrible delivery, genius. He goes for another kiss on the cheek instead, and he lets it linger, his nose brushing softly.]