[ He's moved them into a relatively small room—one used for teaching sign. There are a few chairs and a couple tables, but Egil doesn't need any of that to kiss someone. Never mind this is sort of a backwards way to do anything, letting his fingers loosen in Erik's so he can turn around and move closer. Being from a relatively isolated part of the world, Egil is used to accents, and there's something thrilling about this one. It reminds him of Florian, but right now, he doesn't want to think about the Speranţă's cook. ]
I don't remember saying I was really going to give you one.
[ But he'd come here for a reason, and he leans into the short distance that separates them, looping an arm around his neck so he can kiss him. It's just as chaste as the first time he'd kissed him, though there's a bit more pressure to it. He speaks against his mouth. ] Do you want another one?
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I don't remember saying I was really going to give you one.
[ But he'd come here for a reason, and he leans into the short distance that separates them, looping an arm around his neck so he can kiss him. It's just as chaste as the first time he'd kissed him, though there's a bit more pressure to it. He speaks against his mouth. ] Do you want another one?