Well, I've never actually kissed a guy your age. And you actually seem quite cute.Cautiously looking at this woman, Xehanort asks;
"What kind of price? Doesn't seem like you're in dire need of money."
She slightly blushes, looking to the side.
Maybe... for a small peck
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The sharingan shone for a second, enough to both cast an illusion and hypnotizing the lower ranked man. Everything stayed the same, the conversation continued, and the hypnosis masked the sharingan itself, so nothing seemed amiss, as well as any sensation from outside. Consuella remained in front of the man as they kept on talking in their minds. She picked at the man's pocket, the one he had avoided in the beginning of the conversation, and retrieved the scroll, putting it in her bosom before retrieving another scroll and putting it on the man's pocket.
The scroll reads: "Miss you, Scorseh, we should go paint our nails and talk about boys again soon. XOXO"
The illusion is dispelled, as Consuella recreates it in reality, standing blushed looking at the man. Perfectly synchronized.
Oh. Don't worry about it. it's silly