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[samarkands]

Yeah. You always have.

Why else would I want to kiss you?

[yuriocabinet]

I don't know! No one's ever wanted to kiss me.

Like... no one that matters to me.

[samarkands]

Well. Yeah. That's why.

And because you have a kissable face.

[yuriocabinet]

What?! What's kissable about my face?

[samarkands]

Everything...

You're really cute.

[yuriocabinet]

[ If anyone else called him cute he'd be annoyed. ]

I think... I really like you, Beka.

[samarkands]

Is it okay if I really like you too, then?

[yuriocabinet]

Yeah.

[samarkands]

Good.

Thank you.

We can figure out what to do about it when I get to St. Petersburg, if you want.

[yuriocabinet]

Don't thank me...

I'd like that, though.

[samarkands]

Then let me take you to dinner when I arrive.

[yuriocabinet]

Like a date?

[samarkands]

If you want to call it that.

[ no, that doesn't feel quite right. ]

No. It's definitely a date.

[yuriocabinet]

Good.

[ He is definitely not telling Yakov. Or anyone. ]

[samarkands]

Good.

I'm really really looking forward to it.

[yuriocabinet]

Me too.

[samarkands]

You'll need to pick a place. I don't know the city.

[yuriocabinet]

I'll pick out some place good.

[samarkands]

Somewhere you really like please.

[yuriocabinet]

mm. I’ll pick a place I’ll know we will both like!

[samarkands]

Don't worry about me.

[yuriocabinet]

Don't tell me what to do! >:|

[samarkands]

I'm not.

[yuriocabinet]

You said don't worry about you. I want you to like where I pick too.

[samarkands]

I will. I'm not picky.