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Leeroi hit the mat with an impressive thud, and as his clouded vision slowly returned to him, the sight of Hemera made him melt. He wanted to kiss her. Not as some trick or joke, he wanted to grab her face and pull her in. He wanted to make up for that moment he missed earlier. Shaking and sweating under Hemera's pin, his body refused to let that happen.
Instead, he laid there, sputtering and blushing like an idiot, trying to say anything. "I... you-" Leeroi's face scrunched up, angry at himself, angry at Hemera for whatever reason. He was just... ******** you!" he bared his teeth, pulling at the foundations of Hemera's grip with his own shaky hands. He wasn't going to let himself lose this.
Gl!tch~