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_{[ Katsura pushes his tongue into his cheek, as if he is giving this a good amount of thought. His hands, in return, grip Sakamoto's palms as he leans in some more, letting the very tip of their noses touch again. His eyes are closed when he speaks this, as if he is waiting to be kissed. ]}

Green.
_{[ Why green? Was there a reason for green? ]}

Like a dark forest, or right when the leaves are ripe. You seem like an autumn to me.
_{[ He suppresses another hiccup from erupting within the back of his throat before finally dipping his head forward and pressing a kiss against his friend's lips. ]}