Kira flings a hand to her brow
Kira: sarcastically No! They're too sour for my delicate, princess-y constitution! I fear I might faint...
*she kisses you* welll..dont faint~
Kira kisses you back
Kira: Nope. Gonna faint.
Kira: If only some strong, dashing hero would come and save me...
She leans into you and flutters her lashes
Kira: My hero...
*she hold you* yess..
She kisses you
she french kisses you
