[ Ah, well... this is unexpected. Byleth had been in the middle of stirring the chocolate, but he doesn't mind setting the spoon down to indulge Dimitri, reaching back to run his fingers over his hair and the back of his neck then turning his own face to brush his mouth to his cheek. It's then that he notices the remnants of moisture clinging to Dimitri's bottom lids, making him turn around so he can face him completely.
Both hands cup Dimitri's face, forcing his former student to look at him before pushing up on his toes so he can kiss the wet spot gently. ]
Why would you think I was cross?
[ He knows he's hard to read, but he likes to think he's a little more expressive when he's livid. ]
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Both hands cup Dimitri's face, forcing his former student to look at him before pushing up on his toes so he can kiss the wet spot gently. ]
Why would you think I was cross?
[ He knows he's hard to read, but he likes to think he's a little more expressive when he's livid. ]