[it's opposite day up in here, because this is less pointy than the sum total of kissing you have done in the past! and also involves less someone trying to lick your eyeballs because they 'look delicious, Karkles.' ...also less calling you of stupid names like that, come to think of it! well, until John shows up, because you seem to vaguely recall that humans are fucking weird about quadrants and he'll probably get upset that you're hate-making out with somebody. funny how you find it hard to care about that right now, though, or really anything except awww yeah kissin'. ...how the hell much of that candy did you just eat?]