[Constantin definitely can't fathom letters being archaic-- the text messages are close enough, but surely people still write things down? He will think about this in more detail... later, perhaps. Not now. Intimate and romantic isn't wrong, he supposes, humming a vague kind of affirmative before their lips meet. His boundless enthusiasm is tempered just so for this, insistent without being too hasty.
It's been a while, after all; he intends to savor it, fingers curling at the back of Jackie's neck, punctuating the end of the first kiss with a second little peck. Hm!]
An intimate correspondence is a fine supplement, sure. One moment—
[Just a second, for him to lean back enough to shrug his coat all the way off and drop it before he leans back in. Luckily, he is only wearing one old timey shirt today instead of several, which he could have been.
He's not done with the letters thing either, but he closes the distance for another kiss first - prioritizing.]
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It's been a while, after all; he intends to savor it, fingers curling at the back of Jackie's neck, punctuating the end of the first kiss with a second little peck. Hm!]
An intimate correspondence is a fine supplement, sure. One moment—
[Just a second, for him to lean back enough to shrug his coat all the way off and drop it before he leans back in. Luckily, he is only wearing one old timey shirt today instead of several, which he could have been.
He's not done with the letters thing either, but he closes the distance for another kiss first - prioritizing.]