His arm shoots out, automatically, to wrap around her waist when the bat jolts her into him, but the entire world seem to screech to a halt when Sakura's soft lips bump against his. Any words he was going to say in that moment gets abruptly cut off, the suddenness of the whole situation short-circuiting his brain. He doesn't even have time to close his eyes, staring straight back at her with wide eyes like brown marbles, his entire posture stiffening like a rock as the seconds tick by.
It feels like an eternity passes before he finally gets the sense to pull away, his whole face lighting up like one of the many Christmas decorations on display. His mouth moves, wordlessly, trying to process what had just happened, horrified that this happened without either of their consent, but feeling the gentle tickle of butterflies in his stomach regardless. The mistlebat, on the other hand, seems largely satisfied by this result, flapping away from the befuddled teens and into the distance with a cheery chirp. Shipping fodder accomplished!
Xiaolang's free hand hovers over his lips, still feeling the residual warmth from their accidental kiss still upon them, as he struggles to form a coherent sentence.]
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His arm shoots out, automatically, to wrap around her waist when the bat jolts her into him, but the entire world seem to screech to a halt when Sakura's soft lips bump against his. Any words he was going to say in that moment gets abruptly cut off, the suddenness of the whole situation short-circuiting his brain. He doesn't even have time to close his eyes, staring straight back at her with wide eyes like brown marbles, his entire posture stiffening like a rock as the seconds tick by.
It feels like an eternity passes before he finally gets the sense to pull away, his whole face lighting up like one of the many Christmas decorations on display. His mouth moves, wordlessly, trying to process what had just happened, horrified that this happened without either of their consent, but feeling the gentle tickle of butterflies in his stomach regardless. The mistlebat, on the other hand, seems largely satisfied by this result, flapping away from the befuddled teens and into the distance with a cheery chirp. Shipping fodder accomplished!
Xiaolang's free hand hovers over his lips, still feeling the residual warmth from their accidental kiss still upon them, as he struggles to form a coherent sentence.]
I--I... I, ah...!
[REAL ELOQUENT THERE, BOY]