Wow, he's really going for it. Several paths stretch before Our Vikas in her mind; do nothing, dodge, say something sarcastic...it's hardly as if she's missed the significance of organic romantic rituals given all the talking the miners do, people making out in the library and, of course, curious paging through the erotica shelves wondering what the difference was between that and romance.
(She sure knows now.)
Ultimately, though, Vika decides to take the path of escalation. She grabs the front of Bart's shirt and pulls him with delicate, precise force into a kiss on the lips.
Vika has no tongue and no chill; there will be no half measures.
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(She sure knows now.)
Ultimately, though, Vika decides to take the path of escalation. She grabs the front of Bart's shirt and pulls him with delicate, precise force into a kiss on the lips.
Vika has no tongue and no chill; there will be no half measures.