[Of course Ami could read. She picked up a small handful of the hearts, a little rainbow of colorful messages, and stood up before looking at them.
Kiss me... kiss me... kiss me... kiss me... (and it went on like that).
Before she could make a joke, or laugh at the sameness, she found herself, uncharacteristically shameless and heedless of whether others were nearby, pulling Kanda to her for a kiss.
And then another.
Another.
One more... little, fleeting kisses at his lips that lengthened with each new one until somehow she'd reached the same number of kisses as the hearts in her hand.]
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Kiss me... kiss me... kiss me... kiss me... (and it went on like that).
Before she could make a joke, or laugh at the sameness, she found herself, uncharacteristically shameless and heedless of whether others were nearby, pulling Kanda to her for a kiss.
And then another.
Another.
One more... little, fleeting kisses at his lips that lengthened with each new one until somehow she'd reached the same number of kisses as the hearts in her hand.]