Copia rests his arms around your waist and keeps you as close as possible, you lay your hands on his shoulders, but not long after you can't help but tenderly brush away his wild strands of hair that keep creeping on his forehead, and your hand moves lower, as if by its own volition, and starts caressing his soft, freckled cheek. On the other hand, Copia's hands start wandering up your sides, up your back and he holds you closer and closer, until your chattering has died down and all you can hear is each other's breathing.

You're so close that you could be mistaken for a single person. You can't help but look into one another's eyes, mesmerized by each other's presence, the only important thing in the world at that moment. And you're practically drawn to his lips, they're calling to you, begging to be kissed. So you lean in, however, it takes every fiber of your being to hold yourself back, after all you're just friends. And in a shaky breath you lay the softest kiss you can muster at the corner of his mouth, the best place that you can think of at the moment.

This will let you keep the balance. That evidently platonic kiss doesn't betray your feelings, right?

That gesture draws out a noise from Copia that you'd never heard before, some kind of whine or yelp, but you can't decipher if it's out of surprise or something else. And his retaliation is oh so cruel. When your lips part from him, he chases you almost immediately with his own. There is hesitation in this act, and for a moment they hover over yours. But after a few seconds like this, he moves to your forehead and places there a kiss just as tender as yours.