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In an isolated corner of the Master Dojo, a man loomed over a trembling woman.
"Just get it over with...y-you gross pig." She stammered, her face violently flushed, her eyes looking anywhere but at him. Decidedly unimpressed, the man scoffed.
"What are you getting all shy for? You put yourself in this situation."
She met his eyes at that, her icy blue orbs trembling with rage.
"T-that's not true! If you hadn't switched our soup plates, you would've gotten the poison and I would've gotten the antidote, brat!"
"...thankfully I know that you're a conniving snake, and you ended up with a taste of your own medicine. I could leave, you know." He said, and began to turn around.
Her eyes widened.
"No!" She gasped with sheer terror, clinging to his arm.
"It's...not a common antidote, and the effects will start to kick in soon. Please."
It was amazing how quickly her face could switch from rage to puppy-dog eyes. What the hell did she try to poison him with? He cupped her chin gently, this two-faced creature, and studied her while his face moved closer.
"...and I have to kiss you?"
She avoided his gaze again.
"Well, yes. It's the best shot at transferring the antidote to me—there may be some in your lips or your saliva, but your um, your tongue membrane would be the best bet."
He frowned once again, close enough to her that he could feel the warmth of her breath. It wasn't that he wasn't tempted by her cherry red lips...
"Why are you always pulling stunts like this? Why can't you play fair for once?" He asked her in a low voice, as the scent of her perfume inundated his nostrils.
She smiled with razor-edged contempt, and her expression darkened considerably.
"What would a perfect little genius like you know about playing fair?" She spat venomously, and the two locked eyes for a heated, intense moment. Then, their lips met.
