[littl3chocobo]

he paled under his make-up this boy was a lower scrub and even so he was almost as high a rank. he debated whether he should walk away now and forfeit his kiss. he tossed the idea he was king and he was marked, three years, an entire term, next to noone had three years. he put back on a smile "do not fret this conversation is ending" he reached over quickly and grabbed the others' chin reaching in he gave the boy a kiss on the cheek "one" he whirled around his heart beating a mile a minute, he sauntered off and melted into the crowd. he was so boned