[ Noire emits a very muffled sound of surprise as she latches onto his shoulders; it's the first instinctive thing she does. There's that helpful wall behind her, but it still feels as though she's two steps away from falling, and that she shouldn't let go of him.
Not that she really wants to. She thought just working up the nerve to kiss him had done a large enough number on her heart, but like this, her chest and her face both feel hot enough to fry breakfast for all of the Shepherds on. He's so close, closer than he's ever been, and maybe she's just as clumsy as she tries to figure out how to kiss him back, how to make this less one-sided-- but nothing about this is bad. ]
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Not that she really wants to. She thought just working up the nerve to kiss him had done a large enough number on her heart, but like this, her chest and her face both feel hot enough to fry breakfast for all of the Shepherds on. He's so close, closer than he's ever been, and maybe she's just as clumsy as she tries to figure out how to kiss him back, how to make this less one-sided-- but nothing about this is bad. ]