"Yes. I do."
Esme grabs Grim by his shirt collar and kisses him
¬¬*he kisses back*¬
Esme pulls away and looks at Grim, face flushed
"I-"
(ok no. I can't do this. THE CRINGE! THE CHEESY! IT'S ALL TOO REAL.)
(Ope-haz ye had enough?)
Esme: Heh~
(I'm wheezin from this thing rn.)
(Alright-bai felicia!)
(TIMOTHY! ET UR ASS OVER HERE! Sorry. I'll stop.)
(Ya wanna keep going?)
