Murray felt the heat rouse up inside of him. He might’ve drunk a bit too much wine for today.

Murray: “Oh, I don’t feel like myself anymore..”

Simone: “Is that a good thing?”

Murray: “I don’t know, you can be the judge of that.”

Simone: “You seem to be sober enough.”

Murray: “How aren’t you a little bit affected?”

Simone: “I guess I’m tolerant to such beverages. I get to see your most vulnerable moments.”

Murray: “Well what does me being vulnerable look like?”

Simone: “Cute. A bit feisty-looking, which is supposedly an advantage. And..”

Simone leaned in closer, his face directly in front of Murray’s.

Simone: “…makes the best flustered faces.”

Murray had noticed his presence too late, and by the time he had realized how close Simone was, he was already pulled into a kiss. A kiss where he let lingered for a moment, until he pulled away, finding the kiss to be too long.

Murray: “W-what was…”

Simone: “Ah, sorry. Just trying to taste what wine you had drunk. Is that.. Crimson Bulbs?”

Murray: “S-so what if it is! What the hell was that?!”

Simone: “The kiss?”

Murray: “Yes! Of course, the kiss! What else would I be talking about?!”

Simone only gave Murray an amused look, finding his flustered panic adorable.

Simone: “My apologies, maybe I am a bit drunk after all.”

Murray: “Would’ve been nice if you had given me a warning… I have your taste all over my tongue now.”