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Rule number one. No tongue. [The invisible barrier pushes them closer.] Rule number two, no hands in my hair cause that really is a thing I like and I do not wanna like this. [And closer.] Rule number three, hands in appropriate places!
[She squeaks as they're so awkwardly close that she has to find a decent place for her hands to follow her own rule. They end up against his chest after a few seconds of general flailing about.] Rule number four, no one ever knows about this. [A pause.] Addendum to rule number four: but if asked, I was an awesome kisser, okay?