This is not cannon
I REPEAT: NOT CANNON
NOT. CANNON.
NOT C-A-N-N-O-N
Got it? We clear on this subject?
Coolcool
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Dreamz and Jett stood there waiting for the tram to come in the slightly cool weather. Dreamz was becoming slightly impatient as each passing second drew out into minutes, wanting desperately for the mode of transport to make it's appearance. She huffed in frustration, disliking her situation even more especially since her lips were giving her some form of grief.
She stuffed her hands in her pockets fumbling through them before drawing out a thing of chapstick that she quickly applied.
Jett arched his eyebrow a bit at that, "is that one new?"
"Mmhmm."
There was a slight pause, "can I try?"
Dreamz shrugged not seeing an issue with it for she offered the object to the man, "yeah go for it."
Now instead of Jett being a normal human being and getting the actual chapstick, he, instead, leaned in and placed his lips on Dreamz's causing the girl to just stand there in slight shock. A small hand full of seconds past before Jett drew back, grinning at the girl.
"Nice flavour sheila~"
"You're such a cheeseball."
"But you love me."
"I think that's pushing it."