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[ Jim twists his mouth up at Zell and wrinkles his nose, but he can't hold even a pretend-annoyed face for long. ]

Mouth.

[ And then he grabs Zell's hand, bringing it up for a kiss. ]

Kiss.

[swatsflies]

[ He loves the pretend face. It's cute. ]

I love you, mouth.

[ He definitely knows what he's saying. Turning his hand around to brush his thumb against Jim's lips. ]

Hand? Kiss?

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[ Jim's eyes crinkle in amusement that Zell's zeroed in on that. Maybe one day he'll be used to this?

He kisses Zell's thumb and nods. ]

Kiss. Kiss.

[ To reinforce the point, he does it again. ]

[swatsflies]

[ He hums with contentment at the kisses, before laughing. There's a bubbly, warm feeling in his chest over this. Maybe this time it's not going to be bad with whatever that's going on. Giving a slower and longer kiss before he rests his forehead against Jim's. ]

Kiss. Kiss.

[ Wrapping his arms around him. ]

Hug.

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Hug.

[ This is kind of fun; Jim's not thinking about the possibility of it being permanent at the moment.

He puts his hands on either side of Zell's face and pulls them down, over his neck and to his shoulders. ]

Touch.

[swatsflies]

Hug. Hug.

[ And oh. Just going to kiss his neck instead. ]

Touch. Neck. [ This is fun. ]

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Sunshine.

[ That wasn't even an attempt at a lesson, just an exclamation. ]

[swatsflies]

[ He repeats it anyways, not sure what it is that Jim is referring to, but liking the way Jim says it. Moving down to press a kiss against his collar bone. ]

Stars. [ He murmurs the word against his skin. ]