The mun is shoving Hera here for a kiss.
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“ ᗰY, ᗰY – ᗩᑎᗪ ᕼᕮᖇᕮ I ᗯᗩS TᕼIᑎKIᑎG I ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ ᑎᕮᐯᕮᖇ GᕮT TO ᗯITᑎᕮSS Tᕼᕮ Oᑎᕮ OᑎᒪY ᗷᕮIᑎG ᗯᕼO ᑕᗩᑎ ᖇIᐯᗩᒪ ᗰY ᗷᕮᗩᑌTY~ “
Off she goes, trailing through the air in her usual, small form so she can curl around Hera’s person like a snake, dragging a bright, light-woven tongue across Hera’s cheek.
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