I want the K ((lets get awkward.))
Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll use a number generator to write a drabble about my muse kissing your muse.
((I like how you say that and then 19 came up for you omg))
Perhaps this was the only time Kanda would be seen laughing—chuckling more like it but not quite—basically enjoying himself with someone else. There was a nice deep blush on his cheeks as he covered his mouth, glancing away and trying to stay quiet. A few chuckles escaped him though. How did he end up like this with Alma? He wasn’t quite sure, it just couldn’t come to mind. “Again… I refuse to lose to you.” He breathed out with a smirk.
Kanda reached out, his hand cupping Alma’s face as their lips met. Mouths open and heads tilted. The hue one Kanda’s cheeks darkened more as he exhaled into the other male’s mouth, then inhaling, exhaling, and inhaling once again, ‘Passing’ the breath back and forth. Air was starting to leave him but he was so determined to not pull away first! He wanted to win against Alma but alas it didn’t seem like he would anytime soon for Kanda pulled away panting and letting out a small laugh. “How the hell do you do that…?” One could only wonder.