Purquoise
Turquoise's hair was soft, Purple had noticed. It has also easily detangled, so he enjoyed combing his hair with his fingers. Purple also enjoyed listening to Turquoise talking about a new book he read, a new game he played, and the passion with which he spoke about music. Turquoise's voice was calming to Purple. Like a summer breeze, it lulled him into peace and brought him into near slumber. He only came back to reality when he felt something touch him, someone touching him. A soft caress on his cheek, that became a grasp, and then he was being kissed. He wasn't kissing back at first, because he didn't know how to, but after a second or two, he started to move his lips. The kiss was short but sweet, and it was followed by the pressing of two foreheads and a very subtle laughter from the two of them.
