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Their first kiss had been fleeting, nothing more than a quick brush of lips, but both boys had reeled back at it with flushed cheeks at the mass of giggles from their two friends that were watching them. They looked at one another, really looked, before the elder of the two gave a haughty scoff and declared his younger companion an awful kisser, a declaration that the younger demanded an explanation too.
“Your lips are cold! What kind of kiss is cold?”
Pouting at the elder’s words the dark haired youth licked his lips and caught the taste of ice-cream still fresh on then from the cone he’d had minutes before. “You’re a prat Arthur.” He declared suddenly.
Grinning from ear to ear Arthur looked his younger friend over before glancing at Gwen and Morgana to make sure they hadn’t run off. “At least I’m not a bad kisser Mer-lin.”
The conversation dissolved quickly into an argument from there but the small group of pre-teens didn’t think too much of the dare or resulting fight once the hour was over. One fact did remain through the years though, even as the dare faded in memory.
Their first kiss had been cold.