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     “ WHAT, NO PLEASE ? “  slade tsks, resting both hands on the surface of roman’s desk, canted forward--- casual, an uncharacteristic smile playing at his lips; the crooked upturn of slade’s incisors could almost be cute, if they belonged to ANYONE but him. there is a certain MIRTH in his eye, looking down at the other man... at any other time, with any other POOR SOUL unfortunate enough to come face-to-face with deathstroke in such close quarters, the gesture might seem threatening.

                                           it’s a good thing roman doesn’t SCARE easily. 

     he takes his time, pushing away in a fluid movement, only to make his way around to the other side--- roman’s side--- and seating himself comfortably on the desk’s surface.  “ well, who am i to disappoint the notorious BLACK MASK, hm? “  a warm, calloused hand gently caresses roman’s cheek, coaxing him into tilting his head back, pressing in close, then---

send a 💋 to kiss my muse under the mistletoe! | @sionisis​ said: 💋💋 two on the cheek uwu<3

❝   PUCKER UP, ROMY !!   ❞

Pale hands end up on either side of his face, grip firm enough to keep him STILL as two lipstick stains ( NEARLY SYMMETRICAL ;; RATS ) appear on either of his cheeks, a wild giggle escaping from UNFURLED grin.

@sionisis​ sᴀɪᴅ:  SPRAYS WATER AT SHOOOO

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