[Oh dear. That is a terribly compromising expression. Kunimi's lips fall into that pout, and Whelk's wry expression all but melts into something much more genuinely amused. It's enough to make him laugh again, and not defensive like he had at the mention of students back at Harry's. He's thoroughly entertained-- no, throughouly charmed, and with his arm already around Kunimi, it's very difficult not to kiss the pout right off his lips.
[He shouldn't. He wants to. He's drunk, and his brain his delightfully foggy, and his body is delightfully warm, and Kunimi's is delightfully more so, and he just looks so damn cute that--
[Whelk shakes his head. It's kryptonite. He's incapable of hiding the smile on his face as he turns to face Kunimi head on, both arms snaking around him now, heads together, and lips dangerously close.
[It's a wonderfully warm feeling to be this close. And he's still smiling. He can't help it. He wants to see Kunimi smile again to. He wants to cause that smile.]
Kunimi, [His name does sound rather nice on Whelk's voice, he thinks, so he should probably start saying it more.] I would be grandly disappointed to send you home at the end of the night.
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[He shouldn't. He wants to. He's drunk, and his brain his delightfully foggy, and his body is delightfully warm, and Kunimi's is delightfully more so, and he just looks so damn cute that--
[Whelk shakes his head. It's kryptonite. He's incapable of hiding the smile on his face as he turns to face Kunimi head on, both arms snaking around him now, heads together, and lips dangerously close.
[It's a wonderfully warm feeling to be this close. And he's still smiling. He can't help it. He wants to see Kunimi smile again to. He wants to cause that smile.]
Kunimi, [His name does sound rather nice on Whelk's voice, he thinks, so he should probably start saying it more.] I would be grandly disappointed to send you home at the end of the night.