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Kiwi was embarrassed. Ashamed. Absolutely humiliated.
"Okay, so what if normal cityfolk don’t have my accent?" The little Western-accented bard exclaimed. "Practically everyone in Chismest has this accent! I'm not unusual!"
“But what I’m saying is,” Miriam started. “It’s unusual in this area! I didn’t say that it was a bad accent. You’re preaching to the wrong choir here.” She chuckled.
Their face was pink. "Okay! But!! You didn't have to point out how fake my accent was today, in front of a bunch of Delphi citizens! They're gonna be making fun of me for weeks!” exclaimed the poor self-conscious bard.
“I don’t think anybody is gonna make fun of it! Besides, I think it’s really fucking cute!” She snickered. “Just because you’ve got that Chismest accent, it doesn’t mean that your voice is ugly or anything.”
They crossed their arms and turned away a bit, huffing. "I did a great job pretending to have a regional accent when I moved here and now people are gonna harass me until I drop it and go back to my original voice! You don't realize what you've done, the pressure you’ve put upon me!” They over-dramaticized, swaying with an arm over their eyes.
“Has it occurred to you that nobody would comment on your natural accent if you’d never faked a regional accent to begin with?” Miriam rolled her eyes. “You’re just self conscious because you sound like a cowboy in a world of Brits.”
Kiwi's face went super super red and they covered their face with their hands, peeking out through their fingers. "Shut up, shut up!"
The witch huffed and crossed her arms. She uttered those fateful words.
“Make me.”
That was what it took for Kiwi to go crazy. To lose it. To absolutely go wild.
They lunged right at her and, before she could think to get away, took her face in their hands to kiss her deeply.
Miriam squealed, not expecting romance in response to her snark. After a good second or two of being shook, she smooched her bard right back, leaning in. Kiwi wrapped their arms securely around her and, with their eyes closed, dipped her a little. They really wanted this kiss to overwhelm her so much she forgot about their conversation.
The witch laughed into the kiss, wrapping her arms delicately around Kiwi’s neck. Her eyes fluttered shut. Kiwi laughed a bit too and kept one arm around her waist to keep her secure to their body, while the other hand came up to stroke her hair.
Miriam purred, and pulled back for air and opening her blue eyes. She smiled. “I’m speechless~”
They were breathless, looking all smooched and loved with a soft smile of their own. "Good." They said firmly, then held her and laughed.