i want the k for sven ;^) ;^)
3: Nose Kiss
Sven internally screamed as he stared down at the other.
Germs. Germs. Germs.
Did people even know how disgusting it was to swap spit!? Still, he had to get it over with. Deep breaths. The pessimist tried to calm himself as best as he could, slowly trying to approach the archer.
With slick hands and furrowed brows, he carefully tried to plan each move as he inched over, trying his best to delay this horrific kiss for as long as possible.
It was just his luck that he happened to trip over a rock and crash his lips right against the guy’s nose. FUCK.

















