#also ew.

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 ; either way, there weren't many things which bear, when sober, found repellant. he had a strong stomach & a special talent for feeling little more than apathy, no matter the occasion ━━ & yet if that bear, the sober bear, had been around to witness the antics currently on display, even HE would have felt the need to say yuck. with a drink still grasped in one hand, the other had disappeared long ago, shoved beneath riley's skirt as though they were the only people in the room ; which couldn't have been further from the truth. back up north things were even worse, if possible, as the term SUCKING FACE had never been more appropriate. on the seldom occasion when lips did pull apart, strings of saliva hung between them, a fact which only seemed to spur the pair on further, 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 visible from mouth to earlobes, & from earlobes to chest. things could have been worse, all semblance of civility could have been lost, a REAL show put on for those who had NOT asked for it ; but as things stood, it appeared as though the pair had found a happy medium, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞-𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤 & 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.