[Honestly, did you really think you'd be getting away that easily, after pulling something like that...! There's something rather satisfying about being able to invoke some form of surprise, from a guy like Zelos, even brief as it might be. And so Jack can't help but smirk back himself, as he lets his staff drop away from the latter's shoulder--the distance between them's already closing quite quickly again, after all, and maybe that had been part of the plan all along, and plan that he hadn't considered enough to really warrant calling it a 'plan' in the least--]
[But he's always been one for taking the more impromptu route. Spur of the moment things. Because keeping yourself from stopping to think about things too much is a habit that's pretty hard to break anyway, after three centuries of stubborn practice...and Zelos's faint touch at his cheek does the rest anyway.]
Well, just couldn't have that, could we?
[Almost a murmur in itself, tinged with amusement, smirk curling up into more of a smile as the words drift out.]
[And he raises a hand, and curls fingertips firmly into the fabric at the collar of Zelos's shirt, and tugs--not necessarily gently but not necessarily forcibly either, just enough in between to leave some room for a delay or objection if it turns out there's one to be had.]
[But if it's something that's alright, and he manages to tug the guy down just so that they're rightly and properly at eye-level, and even closer, close enough--Jack would plant a kiss of his own, then, light and cold an maybe not nearly as well-versed or lazily confident as Zelos's own kisses might have been, but. Might as well start these things somewhere.]
[(It's the decision that he wants to start at all that surprises him most of all, really....)]
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[But he's always been one for taking the more impromptu route. Spur of the moment things. Because keeping yourself from stopping to think about things too much is a habit that's pretty hard to break anyway, after three centuries of stubborn practice...and Zelos's faint touch at his cheek does the rest anyway.]
Well, just couldn't have that, could we?
[Almost a murmur in itself, tinged with amusement, smirk curling up into more of a smile as the words drift out.]
[And he raises a hand, and curls fingertips firmly into the fabric at the collar of Zelos's shirt, and tugs--not necessarily gently but not necessarily forcibly either, just enough in between to leave some room for a delay or objection if it turns out there's one to be had.]
[But if it's something that's alright, and he manages to tug the guy down just so that they're rightly and properly at eye-level, and even closer, close enough--Jack would plant a kiss of his own, then, light and cold an maybe not nearly as well-versed or lazily confident as Zelos's own kisses might have been, but. Might as well start these things somewhere.]
[(It's the decision that he wants to start at all that surprises him most of all, really....)]