((Kitchen))(Breakfast being made, maybe some music, Listener walks in, screams)
“AHH! WHAT?! WHAT’S WRONG?!”
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“Huh? Who am I? It’s me!”
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“Oh. OH! Right! Ha-ha! Sorry! I guess being in my human form (my add on: when you woke up) wasn’t the best option.” … “It’s me. The Succubus from last night. Call me, Jay.”
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“No, Ginji. It wasn’t a dream. As I’ve told you, I am all too real, and I’m making you breakfast to get our day started.”
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“Biscuits and gravy, with eggs and a side of hashbrowns and some orange juice.” … “Unless you’d like something else.”
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“Great! I’m glad!” … “Have a seat and I’ll make you a plate.”
(platting and pouring drink, walk over, quick kiss)
“Hee hee, no need to be shocked. It’s just a morning kiss to the forehead.” … “This is how one should be greeted in the morning.” … “Unless you’d like a morning kiss…elsewhere…?”
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“Now now, no need to be so flustered.” … “Although that blush is really cute - I promise not to go overboard too soon with you.” … “I want you to crave touch, not be overwhelmed by it.”
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“Touch is a love language, Sweetie. One of the most powerful, in my opinion.” … “Love is meant to be carefully cultivated. A bud meant to blossom into a beautiful bloom.” … “A fruit that must not be picked until ripened to its zenith.”
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“Before the day is over, I will have you longing for my touch.” … “To the point where you will go mad without it.”