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It was supposed to be a routine thwarting. Go in, get trapped, escape, fight, win. Perry was used to that by now.
What he wasn't used to was this.
Warm breath slid over his bill as Heinz leaned over where he sat, trapped. "Kiss me, Perry the Platypus," the man whispered, voice hoarse.
Really? Was this really the time-
Heinz licked his lips, distractingly. "Please?" he tried, and how could Perry say no to that?
Pulling Heinz close, Perry crashed his mouth against the man's lips. It was kissing, it was thwarting, and he wouldn't have it any other way.