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[hippie_ninja]

He raises an eyebrow. "Fair enough. I will."

[fireshow]

Look at him inadvertently inviting Jesus to do just that: get to know him.

Regardless, he leans over and steals a playful little kiss from the man, putting the flame out in his hand as he rolls his shoulders back. "Well, anyways. Can't say this is how I pictured my night going, but. No complaints here."

[hippie_ninja]

He kisses him back and laughs. "Good. That's all I ask. I need to head home to get some things but I'll be here tomorrow night, if you feel like dropping by. And if not, I'll catch up with you later."

[fireshow]

"Want me that bad, huh? Flatterer." Teasing a bit, he shifts away on the bed to fix himself up a little, fingers running through his hair after. "You got my contact, so. Always just a text away."

[hippie_ninja]

"If you had seen the way you were looking at me you'd be asking for another night too," he smirks, and gets up and arranges himself to head out.

"Hey, if you ever figure out what the difference is," between in love and just love, "will you tell me?"

[fireshow]

Getting up himself, he huffs a laugh at the so-called request made.

"Not gonna guarantee I ever will, but. Yeah. Will do, handsome."