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_{Send me a “(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)” and my muse will respond with a kiss that resembles their feeling(s) or relationship towards yours.}

_{Forehead: Blessing/Friendship}

     _{He was almost certain that he did not know this guy. Actually, he was completely certain. And yet, that key little factor was not enough to stop him from sliding out of his seat at the bar, combat boots wobbling against the wooden floor as he sauntered toward the stranger. Lord knows he would never be this clumsy in his sober state… let alone this assertive.}

          _{“Oioioi, you! Yeah, you — with th’ face——-” Without warning, he leaned over and pressed a whiskey-laced kiss to his forehead, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “You’re a— You’re a cool dude. Keep up th’ good work, m’ man.”} 

Though he was just as smashed as the other patron of the bar, Eric was certain that he didn’t want this guy’s lips smearing whiskey kisses all over his forehead. “Wha’ the hell, man!” He called, pushing his hand against the man’s chest.

     _{The force of the other’s shove had sent the inebriated hunter staggering back, but it was only out of sheer luck that he remained on his feet. He snorted softly. “Sor~ry. I thought people liked getting into each other’s business.”}

“Maybe tha’s how ye humans work, bu’ we reapers aren’ as simple minded!"