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.”
“Maybe tha’s how ye humans work, bu’ we reapers aren’ as simple minded!"
He raised a brow in the other’s direction. “Ah… So you’re a reaper. Can’t say I’ve ever met one in person before.”
"Aye, ’m a reaper. Now ye can say ye have. An’ I take it yer human…?” Eric asked, tossing back yet another shot.