[He probably can't actually feel the callouses that well through his gloves, but he sees them, and he brushes his thumb against them in--appreciation? Acknowledgment? Hard to say. Either way, he'll step closer, rather than tugging her towards him.
And he doesn't always ask permission, but this time--]
[ An unexpected gentleman, it seems. Primrose studies him, posture relaxed, for all that there's a light in her eyes that suggests she's still very much alert and aware for... something.
But all the same, her grip on his hand tightens, encouraging. ]
Well, whether he is or not, he's being one now--he waits patiently for her answer, looking very much like he'd be fine with it if she said no. He is one to push, at his core, but not like this. Besides, she's the one who asked--it doesn't seem likely that she'll turn him down.
With her permission granted, he bends down to press his lips to hers, firm and confident but not overly forceful. It's a slow kiss, like they have all the time in the world to--well, indulge. Or set the groundwork for it, anyway.]
[ They don't need to be hasty, at least-- and Primrose responds just as firmly, following at his pace until she gently nudges a little more, to deepen that kiss and commit his taste to memory. After all, she figures, this will hardly be the last time their paths cross like this.
This is just the sealing of the deal, as it were. ]
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Hm. [ Primrose allows this-- studying his hand, then gently wrapping her fingers around his. Despite the slenderness, the tips are callused. ]
I believe you're right about that. Then let us keep going.
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And he doesn't always ask permission, but this time--]
Can I kiss you?
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But all the same, her grip on his hand tightens, encouraging. ]
You may.
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Well, whether he is or not, he's being one now--he waits patiently for her answer, looking very much like he'd be fine with it if she said no. He is one to push, at his core, but not like this. Besides, she's the one who asked--it doesn't seem likely that she'll turn him down.
With her permission granted, he bends down to press his lips to hers, firm and confident but not overly forceful. It's a slow kiss, like they have all the time in the world to--well, indulge. Or set the groundwork for it, anyway.]
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This is just the sealing of the deal, as it were. ]