[Luca's stomach pitches wildly as he falls backward. He tries to throw out an arm to catch himself. It grants him the mercy of not bashing his head against the floor, but little else. He feels bruised even after just a few seconds, and yet -
Well. Zahliya's mouth is still on his, so he can't just abandon it. He returns the kiss eagerly, perhaps even hungrily. The remaining fingers in the gargoyle's hair finish off the hair tie, freeing that long, dark hair before coming to rest at the base of a horn.]
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Well. Zahliya's mouth is still on his, so he can't just abandon it. He returns the kiss eagerly, perhaps even hungrily. The remaining fingers in the gargoyle's hair finish off the hair tie, freeing that long, dark hair before coming to rest at the base of a horn.]