Kieren stares at the drawing and glances up through hooded eyes, hopeful and bashful as he thinks of the drawing. Leaning up into his space, he cups his cheek and leans in for a kiss because he wants one and he plans to take it. "It's not done," he murmurs softly, when he eases back. "I have to shade it, give it a bit of character, maybe colour."
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