[Patchy is fucking dead. Syl has killed her. She more or less falls into Syl's lap on the couch, awash with emotions she's never experienced before. They are strange, foreign things, and Patchy does not know how to deal with them. Sure, they had been there as she was writing this letter, but now it's much, much more intense. She's gotta have some release or who knows what might happen.]
[In the spur of the moment, Patchy pushes herself off Syl, gets on her knees to be able to reach the dragon's face, and more or less tackles her into a kiss. It's not a very good kiss, and it missed Syl's lip by an inch or so, but it is a kiss.]
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[In the spur of the moment, Patchy pushes herself off Syl, gets on her knees to be able to reach the dragon's face, and more or less tackles her into a kiss. It's not a very good kiss, and it missed Syl's lip by an inch or so, but it is a kiss.]