Kyonko throws her arms around Harutaro and, with a misty look in her eyes, plants a firm kiss on his lips. Tentatively at first they hold the pose, each working up the courage and working more and more passion into the kiss as the seconds tick slowly by. The pair stand there for a moment, revelling in this new feeling of each others' warmth; Harutaro's warm breath seeps past the pair of battling tongues and into Kyonko's lungs - her whole body shudders involuntarily, any would fall were it not for Harutaro's strong embrace holing her up. Harutaro's hand sneaks down to the rim of Kyonko's skirt and her mom got scared, and said, "You're moving with your auntie any your uncle in Bel Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near the licenseplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror if anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air!