[ Her kiss at the corner of his mouth, across chin and cheek, are breathless, laughing, giddy as she keeps her arms wrapped loosely around the breadth of his shoulders. She just hangs there limp for a few minutes, reorganizing herself into Annie again. Even as she withdraws from the unprotected hub of his mind, it lingers with her -- All his fire and determination in her bloodstream, like an antibiotic against her own depression and despondency. Feels alright, like maybe if she was careless she could get used to such a thing. ]
You're an okay screw, Sunset.
[ One of a million mockeries of his name she has prepared. ]
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You're an okay screw, Sunset.
[ One of a million mockeries of his name she has prepared. ]