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*Chapter 107*
"It'll be so cool to see rainfall from this high up," Berri chimed in raw excitement, she delicately pressed her clean hands to the glass of Turbo's massive bay windows, her revived, blue eyes peered out to the gloomy, early springtime kiss of Orion City's morning glow. Although rainclouds had been hovering all day, threatening a downpour, they reserved their load in thunderous wait. Berri's eyes scanned said dark clouds and inhaled a deep, revived breath to carry on, "Like... Swept up in the lightning and thunder, y'know?"
"Don't bet on it, I don't ever see rainfall," Turbo grumbled in soft, ironic, happy easiness. His golden eyes glossed his livingroom as he grunted to gingerly ease one of his guitar amps to the tiles of his home, just by the steps down into his living room.
Haphazardly due to keeping his promise of a proper jam session, he wondered just what the acoustics of his home would do for their planned jam session. Although he fumbled to make sure the amp was stable, his eyes got lost on Berri's figure across the way. He could hardly believe that this incredible creature was all his for the day, a long exposure of eye contact Turbo did everything he could do burn into his memory. The dark room of his thoughts glossed negatives of imprinted, foggy stills he knew he'd have to rely on in impending loneliness. He scrunched his eyes tight and prayed to User that said beautiful creature, across his dim home, was keen to allowing the duration of their hangout to win her over. To keep her here forever. However selfish and dark said thoughts were, Turbo wondered just what it'd take for her to drop everything and just allow herself to be swept into the containment of his arms, however firmly he tried to keep her at bay, and her for him, he reopened his eyes and sagged in the relieving sight of her still standing there, innocently peering out to the city. He could feel his heart begin to want to harden to the inevitable, though he forced it into submission, proverbially mashed it into a malleable state, praying his heart wouldn't grow cold to the challenge of chasing that twinkling, blue star on the horizon.
"It's never rained up here, actually, haven't I told you?" Turbo staggered with a gentle laugh as he carried on, though Berri finally pried herself from the window and sauntered closer to Turbo's positioning in the living room, her favorite lime green guitar was leaned up against his lovely red couch.
"You may have, I must've forgotten," Berri shrugged, her bare shoulders were shiny and soft looking outside of the grey spaghetti strap she wore, alongside a lazy pair of grey skinny jeans she loved, she was ready for a restful day of casual lounging. Her hair was long and down, and although she had previously straightened it the day prior, it was clear the now springtime humidity made it so her lovely blue hair so desperately wanted to saturate back to the deep waves it was used to. Her twinkling eyes gripped to Turbo's as she sagged her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, "If it ever DID rain up here, you'd probably freak out."
"THAT'D be cause for celebration," Turbo blurt a gentle chuckle and shrugged, he brushed his messy, dark charcoal grey hair out of his forehead and bent over to plug up the amp, he grunted and carried on, "I wouldn't even know what to do with myself."
"What WOULD you do?" Berri asked seriously with a side-eye and an inquiring smile, Turbo stood to correction and inhaled a deep breath as his confused, contemplative eyes peered out to the city before him.
"... User, I don't know, something crazy," Turbo kindly dismissed, as if he was absolutely certain not a single drop of rain would ever grace the top his lonely tower.
"Dance in it, for sure," Berri prod, to which Turbo shrugged and gave her an assured smile.
"Goes without question," Turbo teased, he shook his head and gently reached for his dark grey acoustic guitar, fashioned with a pickup, which he prepared to also plug into said amp, "Okay, so... I need you to understand that I've never had a jam session with anyone... Ever... So-"
"What? Really?" Berri gawked as she stopped dead in her tracks, on her way to her guitar, and peered hard to Turbo in soft, excited delight, "Aw, I'm first to witness a Turbo-jam?"
"You don't remember that one night?" Turbo pressed in a show of sweet embarrassment, his eyes began to very slowly show that tint of peachy goodness, "I-I... I wrote you that one song...?"
"Oh, true," Berri nodded, though she quickly furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head, "Well, I was the one singing, not the both of us."
"You're going to have to pay me a million dollars if you think I'm going to be singing," Turbo muttered with a cheeky smile, a smile that proved to Berri he was open for being broken down.
"What? You're not going to sing?" Berri stated in full, girly disappointment, though Turbo rolled his eyes, looked off and began to methodically tune his guitar; with such, Berri furiously grappled her guitar and hastily began to tune hers, as well, "No, y'know what? No. First person to tune their guitar gets to play, and the other loses and has to sing."
"That's not fair," Turbo started, and just as he suspected, Berri cocked an eyebrow, flood her lime green guitar with her silver coding, allowed her glitching powers to work its' magic, and in the blink of an eye, the knobs on her guitar immediately twisted and turned at lightning speed and tuned without Berri's physical aid. Turbo sagged his shoulders, peered hard to Berri and froze in unadulterated terror as Berri so daintily glossed her fingernails over the whole of her strings, ultimately chiming a perfectly tuned guitar. Turbo furrowed his eyebrows and grumpily gestured to her, "Okay, in my world, that's what I like to call CHEATING."
"I won, sorry," Berri cued in cuteness as she shrugged and began to very loosely pluck out the tune to the adorable love song Turbo had written for her, a few months back, "Let's see what kind of a song-bird you are, my friend."
"For User's sake, Berri, you're really going to do me like this?" Turbo stabbed with a nervous laugh, he gestured to his own guitar and shook his head, "I-I thought YOU were the one that needed to get all the singing off your chest. Remember? Gunner silencing you? Turbo comes in to help you get the singing out? Hello?"
"Hellooo," Berri eased in a soft, single tune as she strummed her fingers on her guitar, once more. Turbo huffed an annoyed noise and looked off; Berri could tell his mood had gone from shy and sweet to now embarrassed and walled off. Berri sagged her shoulders and knew she had to ease him out of his shell, a difficult task, though not something she couldn't handle. She gave him an understanding smile and so gently began to strum the first few beats of Turbo's very own song, hoping to gingerly entice him out of his spikey koopa shell, "C'mon, Bo... How about I start us off, and you jump in."
"Bear," Turbo grumbled in near-desperation, he finally glossed his golden eyes to her, ones that were beginning to mute to a faint show of yellow and threatening to dull to a flawless grey.
"Keeping a hold of passing glances, advances and further shame," Berri confidently sang out to Turbo, her strumming was slow and dainty, though as she gave him a cute, cheeky smile, she began to brave the tempo of his song, a tempo in which he chose. She inhaled a deep breath, and with a switch up of her fingers, she smoothly transitioned the pitch of the song to a more up-beat tune and allowed her strumming to very slowly begin to pick up. Turbo looked up from the aimless loft his eyes were in and peered to Berri in renewing curiosity as her lovely, melodic voice so confidently and proudly carried on, as if she had been practicing this song in secrecy, "The tabs of tally marks to my name..."
Berri's careful plucking quickly carried to a confident strum of a beat, something Turbo looked to be frozen in surprise at, and as Berri inhaled a deep breath and now pushed the edges of her guitar's limit to the glass of Turbo's now very lightly reverberating bay windows, she narrowed her gaze and sweetly pressed on to Turbo, her gaze begged him to jump in wherever he saw fit, "And like dusty umbrellas, deep breaths that shield the rain."
Turbo felt his hands shake, he gently began to strum an improvised version of whatever harmony, to Berri's melody, that he could think up on the spot, a lower, softer and lovelier rendition of her higher pitched singing and strumming, he could practically feel the frog climb up and out of his throat as the bravery almost angrily opened every single last pore on his body to opportunity. He shook his head, lulled his eyes closed and felt his heart race, he knew he had at least a decent singing voice, though he was also well aware it didn't hold a candle to Berri's talent. He scrunched his eyes tighter and knew this cliffside was crumbling, everything the two consisted of was goodness, every single last pixel to their names was kissed with readiness, he was well aware she was damn-near ready to shove him right off of said crumbling cliffside if he didn't just up and do it himself, and with said last prayer to the universe, he inhaled a trembling, readied breath and quietly sapped her soprano with a bass of deeper harmony, the very thing that made all of Sugar Rush sing.
"Lost eyes cast hard in the wild, wild blue," They both sang, though Berri raised her eyebrows and blurt out a surprised, excited giggle at the trail of their sentence, a show of encouragement for Turbo's sake, and as he shot her a cute, nervous smile, Berri's strumming began to pick up to the faster pace she was eventually crescendoing to. She shook her head at Turbo and was about ready to belt every single last stressed out pixel, of hers, to the moon, her heart nearly soared the second she saw Turbo's gentle, deeper-tuned strumming pick up, as well, the confidence in his posture and stance had her certain she was en route to losing every single stress mark by the time this whole song was finished. Their voices intertwined like the harmony from an angel's harp, like lightning that electrified the tumultuous, impending storm, and although Turbo's voice still staggered in lesser confidence, he still sagged his shoulders and was pressed for showing just what he was made of, "Somehow I'm warmed from death, somehow I'm new."
"A cold fire of blue, keeping me from feeling true, an upside down void of nonsensical burning stars," They both strummed in louder confidence, wide smiles that persisted, Berri could feel herself almost immediately running out of breath. Turbo beamed a wide smile and peered his eager, stunned eyes to Berri, as if to wonder if this situation was even happening, somehow this magical empress before him wormed his own soul right out of him, on full display, he long-blinked in confusion and rode this wave like his whole life depended on it. His loft vibrated with goodness, the loud calls of pure harmony soaked the glass of his loft and carried all the way to the game's sky limit and back, Turbo shook his head and dared to shift on his feet in rising excitement as the two loudly, and quickly, continued to carry on with each other, "As if it's only blue, keeping me from holding you. Eradicated scars, fresh beat of lonely hearts, somehow I'm new!"
Berri urgently began to gloss her fingers all along the neck of her guitar as she broke out into a spontaneous, humble guitar solo. Turbo quickly continued to strum along in the deeper, gentler harmony of her collected chaos, he shook his head and watched her work her magic, an intoxicating show of raw talent he was floored to be apart of, though before the two could carry on, a blip of white lightning suddenly coat the whole entire house with an almost game-ending split of blinding spark. With the freeze of said jarring blip in the algorithm, thunder immediately roared over the entirety of Turbo's tower, and with such a shake of chaos, the two were entirely frozen with the raw, brain-melting sight that now splayed the whole of Turbo's glass windows. On cue, rain began to angrily pelt Turbo's window, the strange sight of water that crawled down the whole entirety of the tower's face, the two ceased their music in still, unmitigated awe, and as the very realization hit their brains, their eyes lit up in childlike disbelief. As their huge smiles suddenly sprawled their face in gaping bewilderment, Berri blurt a hard whoop of a call, pointed to his windows and shook her head in Turbo's direction.
"Are you KIDDING ME?" Berri shouted with a giggle, her childlike eyes were wide with unwavering excitement, though Turbo huffed a shaky noise and shook his head in continued disbelief.
"I-I can't make this shit up," Turbo staggered loudly with a hard laugh, though Berri eagerly began to swipe her guitar off of her shoulder.
"HURRY we have to go to the roof!" Berri firmly demanded as she thrusted her guitar to the couch, as carefully as she could, though Turbo felt as if he couldn't get his legs to move fast enough as the sight of Berri bolting her way about Turbo's couch, in preparation to cross his house and get to his rooftop, had Turbo finally forcing his hands, arms and legs to do something, anything.
"Berri, we're gunna get killed, did you SEE that bolt of lightning?!" Turbo shouted after her in a playful air, he barked a noise as he, too, carefully thrusted his guitar to his couch, though not wanting to go through the process of rounding his furniture, he opted for attempting to parkour over the whole of his couch. In doing so, he was successful in clearing the couch, though at the cost of a lamp the tip of his foot caught, sending it hurtling backwards into the side of the couch. He stumbled onto his tiles, caught himself and blurt out a hard choke of a laugh as Berri peered back and wound up barking a loud laugh at his expense, "Ow, SHIT. Stop laughing at me, go, go, go!"
"I did what smart people do, I went AROUND the furniture," Berri called behind her as she bolted through his kitchen, swung about the bend of his long corridor, that lead to his bedroom, the stairwell to his loft, and the teleport pad to his code room. As her larger hand grappled the railing of the stairwell, she began running up the stairs, skipping steps along the way, "What's your excuse?"
"Incoordination, okay?!" Turbo choked, the two loudly soaked the stairwell with echoes of hard laughter and even harder panting, "It's been decades since I've been able to understand the dimensions of anything but a car, lady, you're asking for a lot, here."
"Keep up, dusty," Berri called as she cleared the stairwell and burst out into the second story level of his loft, though as she reached Turbo's back door, the one that ultimately lead to the roof, she grappled the hand and began to firmly tug on it, though it remained shut, unabated.
"Uh-huh, you tell me to keep up and then are thwarted by a simple door's lock," Turbo rushed, clearly out of breath, though he jolted as Berri playfully shoved on his shoulder; he only gently shoved back as the two loudly laughed and clumsily tried to pry on his back door's larger, heftier lock and handle.
"Open the damn door, the storm's gunna pass, c'mon!" Berri rushed in almost unintelligible, giggling nonsense, though just as Turbo popped open the door, she was entirely floored to see him burst out the door first, as if this was something he had been so desperately waiting for.
Berri called a loud cheer of a whoop out to the sky above her, the lovely dark grey clouds poured down every single ounce of rain the game had to offer, and as the world slowed to a stop, Berri wildly panted through her beaming, smiling teeth and eased her gaze to where Turbo had laid off to. With his masculine arms outstretched, his faded red tank top now soaked at the shoulders, he had his head eagerly tilted back as the rain firmly came down on the two, a renewal of goodness it was clear Turbo was desperately waiting for. Berri blurt a giggle and watched as Turbo twirled, once or twice, in a haphazard, gentle stumble of a circle, he joined in on Berri's call to the heavens above and cheered, alongside her, though as Berri's world slowed, she took in every single aspect of Turbo's adorable rejoice. She was entirely certain that his grumbling notions of dancing in the rain was just to phase her, just empty promises of cuteness to put a smile on her face, though as she sagged her shoulders and took in Turbo's personality as a whole, a raw aura of goodness, she understood that, at the very core of everything Turbo was, was a whole entire vat of warm honesty, eager promise. She smiled in his direction, her heart soared, a feeling she was entirely certain she now could not take reign of any longer.
Turbo huffed a hard, excited laugh out to his city, Orion's lights twinkled far below them in a splatter of mosaic, blurred warmth. The rain splattered about in a swathe of an entire coat of water, the two stood at the very tip top of the world. Turbo long-blinked through his now long, wet lashes as his glowing, golden eyes peered out to nearby towers. Their beaming, yellowish orange plane lights confidently surged in softness, ultimately reminding the two that they were, indeed, on top of the entire planet. Turbo heavily panted and felt his heart surge with purpose, the rush of adrenaline the two had just come off of, he slowly averted his gaze across the stretch and peered hard to Berri. He was floored to find that she had been staring in his direction, this whole time, as if she was simply assessing just how he acted in a raw bout of unmitigated happiness, uninterrupted joy, a soft release of past hardships, if even for just a second. Turbo shook his head in still suspended disbelief and shrugged to Berri in cuteness, he beamed her an eager smile and still looked beside himself.
"I MUST be dreaming," Turbo called over the gentle splatters of hard rain between the two, on the now cooler concrete they stood on. Berri eased an excited laugh and largely shrugged, her grey shirt and lovely blue hair had darkened with all the rain, equally as glued to her figure, upper arms and shoulders. Turbo began to take a few steps closer to her, though he ultimately hovered about a dozen feet from her as he warmly continued on, "I mean, never in a million years did I think the top of this tower would EVER see rainfall."
"I'm SO glad I was here to witness it," Berri assured with a nod, though she held eyes with Turbo in almost suspended curiosity and long-blinked in waiting cuteness. Turbo looked equally as hovering, as if he, too, was potentially anticipating more, though they both had no idea where to even begin. Berri breathed a small giggle and urgently gestured her hands out, "WELL?"
"Well what?" Turbo blurt in grinning annoyance, he knew exactly what Berri was going to inquire about, something he now was both bashfully dreaded and excitedly anticipating all in one fell swoop.
"Don't 'well what' me! You JUST told me that if it'd rain, up here, you'd do something crazy," Berri instructed as she pointed her finger to the ground in loose demand.
Turbo softly panted, his wet chest rose and fell as the rain fell between the two, unwavering, unending. His golden eyes peered to her in a narrow of understanding, whatever happened on top of this tower was anyone's guess, Turbo felt solace in the raw fact that no matter what unfolded in this burning moment, it would likely be Orion City's biggest kept secret. His eyes nervously began to splay the ground in question, towards himself; he knew just what he wanted to do, a burning desire he's had for what he felt to be an eternity now, he wondered if side-stepping said desire and falling into the dare of something more innocent would likely be the hugest mistake of his life. He heavily panted through his nose and brought his dangerously courageous, though nervous eye contact right back to Berri's. She shook her head in soft, girly question, and with a shrug of her wet shoulders, she breathed life into his existence.
"What's it gunna be?" Berri pressed with a lilt of cheeky desire as she sagged her shoulders, though as the two held searing eye contact, Turbo finally looked off in mild defeat and contemplated every single second of his next move, here.
With a gentle, furrowed look off and to his left, he was well aware that if he didn't move now, he'd lose a very good opportunity to do just what his heart raced for. How desperately he just wanted to do something goofy, or allow Berri to dare him to do something stupid in public, he swallowed his nervousness and knew this was his absolute time to shine. An instance that was prompted by her, a dare he could easily lean on, he finally brought his confident eyes to her and inhaled a shaky breath as his heart sent one last shivering, hopeful wish to the hidden stars above. He bravely stepped forward and was determined to fill their gap in its whole entirety. As his bare feet gently slapped the wet concrete and he eased tighter to Berri's vicinity, Berri almost nervously eyed him, as if she was entirely sure he would chicken out of this unspoken dare of theirs, though much to her whole surprise, he braved her gravity and slowly eased in closer to her than he ever had before.
Through the gentle splatter of cool rain on their soaking wet skin, clothes and hair, Turbo's lovely, glowing eyes came closer into her bubble, the glow of his warm gaze easily came and went as he long-blinked in soft readiness, and in a final, slow close of his eyes, he carefully hooked his pointer finger underneath Berri's chin and bravely leaned in. Like a lovely dream his skin suddenly did everything it could to realize this was all reality, he eased his wet, warm lips into hers and sealed just the beginning few proverbial words of their saga of impending romance, the gentle push of his face and nose into the side of hers, the realization that the warm breath on his face was something he had only imagined, he raised his eyebrows in boyish cuteness as he relished in the whole fact that he finally had given her one of the things he had been desperate to give her, for so long now. Although Turbo wanted to dive right into this mess, he felt his heart suddenly jolt in nervous surprise the second Berri gently pulled herself away from their first kiss. Mildly jarring, Turbo raised his eyebrows in frozen surprise and wondered if maybe this wasn't what she had in mind, this wasn't what she had wanted. He frowned and urgently peered down to her in soft terror he tried to conceal, though he peered hard into her blue eyes, which were easily glossed in dumbfounded, enchanted surprise.
Berri held her breath and peered up to Turbo in a whirl of several different emotions. She could feel her heart pound at the speed of light, the very idea that Turbo had followed through with the very thing she was absolutely certain he'd never muster the courage to do, she firmly blinked a few times, as if to convey to Turbo that she was certain this was all just a dream. Her brain very quickly replayed the sensation of everything that was just thrown at her, the feel of Turbo's stubble on her face, the soft pucker of his warm, plump lips, the very scent of familiarity his hot breath was laced with had her heart doing entire backflips. Her muscles froze in unadulterated surprise and glee, and for a moment longer, she firmly peered up to Turbo in what she was certain conveyed whole surprise. Due to the look of poised, pin-prickled, cute apprehension on Turbo's inquiring eye contact, she was certain she likely was holding him suspended in nervous question for far longer than even she intended, and with that, she inhaled a readied breath, gained a few steps closer to Turbo, grappled the chest of his shirt and proverbially promised him that he had opened the floodgates, and everything that was to come forth was now entirely his fault.
With a gentle tug of Turbo's wet, dark red tank top, she gingerly pulled him down to her level and was floored to feel his eager posture so willingly follow suit, and with said loving collision, they easily returned to each other's gravity and sagged into yet another forbidden kiss. Berri raised her eyebrows as her brain and heart finally caught up with her and promised to stay on the same page, this time. The feel of Turbo's hot exhale of entire, loving relief on her cheeks, the gentle crawl of his masculine fingers and larger fingertips that so tenderly found the undersides of her arms, every single second that went by was yet another inch she bought by sagging deeper into his irresistible gravity, and by the time her gentle palms finally released the grip she had on Turbo's wet shirt, she felt entirely doomed with the feel of Turbo's gentle palm to the back of her head, promising her that he was entirely ready to deepen this mess of secrecy. Although Berri inhaled a deep breath through her nose and barely allowed their wet lips to part, her fingers gingerly slid up the broad of his chest, a show of a silent, needy, girly desire, something she was certain came across as a promising sign to him. The way the gentle, golden glow of his eyes casted on the glossy broad of her nose and cheeks, they only briefly allowed the gaze of their eyes to hold until the distance was just becoming too painful, at this point.
Knowing, full well, that they had no chance to close the floodgates and save their hearts from now drowning in each other, the two wasted no time in raveling each other in the wet stick of their clothes and arms, the grapple of Berri's arms that slowly came about Turbo's thick neck, the gentle hoist of his strong, masculine arms that securely wrapped about Berri's upper body and back, the ginger squish of their noses into each others cheeks only amounted to mere firecrackers compared to the explosion of the long-overdue release of passion their kiss entailed. With the gentle push and pull of their deepening kiss, the mess of vulnerability and newness the two fell into, they hungrily tasted each other in a slow draw of breathy, silent gasps on each other's wet lips, the slippery, easy draw of their arms about each other, the raw desire to feel every single inch of this moment overrode every single ounce of clarity the game had to even offer. Turbo furrowed his brow in almost painful desire as he successfully lugged Berri's body into his, how desperately he had been desiring this very moment, the hard facts of Berri handing over every last inch of vulnerability she had for him, he was floored this wasn't even close to being a dream. His hands softly itched to slide down the slippery skin of her upper back and to the thick, wet mess of hair and clothes on her lower back, he did everything to remind his brain that this was entirely real.
Although Berri was quite ready to just allow Turbo to get ahead of himself, she was floored to feel him reserve himself and have some form of control over this ordeal. As carefully as he could, he parted their kiss, their wet lips stuck for a moment before they hovered within an inch, or two, of each other. Through the heavy, narrowed part of their glossy eyes, that typical, lovely, peachy glow of Turbo's eyes now sapped their existence in rose colored love. The glistening flickers of peachy raindrops that tried their best to part the two, splayed their noses and cheeks as the rain continued to pour down, unabated. They warmly panted on each other's mouths as they remained firmly in each other's arms, a place that neither being wanted to resist, any longer, as if an entire weight had been lifted off of the two, they hovered and allowed the storm about them to rage on as their glowing spot on the grid remained unwavering, unmoved and unchanged. Berri fluttered her wet eye lashes and allowed her hardened heart to let Turbo in, once and for all. Even though she still had nervous reserves, she was well aware she had been kidding herself for far too long. The very idea that this whole situation was wronging someone else didn't even cross her mind, the raw sensation of allowing herself to finally fall in love overrode any feeling of guilt she was certain she'd harbor, here. Berri bashfully inhaled a trembling breath and was delighted to deliver Turbo this bout of warm news.
"...Th-that was my first kiss," Berri revealed so softly, though she opened her eyes a little wider the second Turbo raised his eyebrows in prickled sorrow and sagged his shoulders.
"It was?" Turbo prod in a show of now sorrowful defeat, he shook his head and looked entirely beside himself, as if this was now simultaneously the best and worst decision he's ever made, "I-I... I was certain you and Gunner-"
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Berri firmly interrupted Turbo in a breath above a whisper as they hovered inches from each other, and although Turbo looked ready to grovel and apologize for practically stealing her first kiss, he hovered tight in her reassuring aura and long-blinked in mild humility.
"...I always was good at stealing things," Turbo's deep voice softly concluded, he gave her a sneaky smile and felt renewed, they remained warmly raveled in each other's embrace, as if they could hardly even imagine coming out of it now that they had tangled themselves up.
"I'd say you have a good streak going," Berri's lovely voice eased, she sagged into Turbo's addicting warmth, the broad of his secure chest and arms, the comfort of this new brand of closeness they hovered in, Berri lulled her eyes closed and was absolutely certain she could sit in it for the rest of eternity. She heaved a long, dreaded sigh and finally felt the dregs of guilt desperately try to nip at her heels, no matter how high up on cloud nine she was, "I trust you won't tell anyone about this..."
"It'll be our little Orion City secret," Turbo's deep, lovely voice glossed above a whisper, he gingerly eased the tip of his nose into Berri's and concluded her a warm sentiment, something she could easily hold on to, "You can revisit this whenever your heart desires."
A/N : Pst. I drew AND animated this kiss scene. It's on my deviantART titled 'Orion City Secret', alongside the animation, in which I just uploaded a day or two ago. On my deviantART, username Vyntresser :') I LOVE when my conceptual artwork finally gets written, and gets its own chapter. Uhg it's euphoria.
