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Plymouth hugged Daphne to his side with PRIDE. And a lot of it. Squeezesqueezesqueeze. He waited with a great big grin on his face for Paris's verdict.
BEAM!!
Cute and interesting. BEAMBEAMBEAM.
"Aww... no. No. See. I like it when she turns pink for me." And without further ado, Plymouth stooped and kissed Daphne's fiery hot cheek.
Paris giggled at the two of them. It was funny and she couldn't help it.
"Well pink looks good on any girl." she informed him. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning, it was sweet.
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Ama What was she supposed to say or do in such a situation besides just stand there, rather awkwardly, red-faced and with a stupid grin on her face? Right, she was supposed to make congenial conversation. Make herself presentable and approachable except--She was Daphne Hopton.
Things were hardly that simple. Especially when Plymouth Morgan's lips were connecting with her cheek.
Paralyzed, she simply gushed slightly as the heat went over her head. "I'm not sure it'll ever return," replied Daphne in a joking manner.
Defeat. She'd admit defeat as soon as her stomach stopped somersaulting.
She tried to wipe the smirk from her face, but it was hard and soon she even gave up.
"Well there are worse things that cold make you blush." Like having a n eleven year old towering over you, or tucking your robes into your underwear and then walking through the halls.
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Mad Eye Touz "Good, I say. Shall I do it again? I LIKE you all pink. It's SOOOO cute, Daphadil. Like... a.... puffapod!" Plymouth leaned in and nuzzled Daphne's cheek again. He was doing that thing where he was SO EXCITED and not exactly thinking.
Plymouth should have REMEMBERED the LIST. But, he was.... giddy. GIDDY.
Now it was Paris' turn to blush, it looked as if she needed to make a very quick exit. She didn't want to be a witness to any "special alone time" between someone that wasn't her and Chris.
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Ama "Oh nonono," began Daphne in a soft chastising voice, cheeks still aflame. Plymouth Morgan was going to kill her right in this corridor if he kept it up! There was only so much heat a human body could take, magical or not. But-But-But...thinking was difficult and everything was sort of hazy, and breathing was also difficult and standing too!
"Plymouth!" Daphne squeaked, trying to sink into her shoulders, as she tried frowning at him disapprovingly with heavy-lidded eyes.
Not in front of others!
Daphne body language was screaming loud and clear. And Paris was getting just as uncomfortable as she was. It was like walking in on her parents. Just an image she wasn't supposed to be witnessing.
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Mad Eye Touz "No?" Plymouth looked a little deflated. "Not good? I'm sorry. I just... well... your cheeks are cute, Daphne. And, then Paris was thinking we were cute, too, and then... well... I just wanted to." There. Plymouth had WANTED to, so he did. He WANTED to do her other cheek,too. "Won't your other cheek feel left out?"
Paris held up her hands as if the block the images from her mind.
"Oh well I can see that you two want to be alone. So I think I will head downstairs and find my own boyfriend." she smiled at both of them.
"See you guys around." She waved at them and turned and tried not to look like she was fleeing the scene of a crime.