| 𝐃𝐞𝐨𝐧.

𝒮𝓉ℴ𝓇𝓎：*You had unfortunately gotten a cold, and are in some need of medicine, which you are refusing, stubbornly, to take, because of the taste. Deon made attempts for you to swallow it, until a new idea appeared. He slipped the substance into his mouth, and forcefully kissed you, as it switched into yours.* "You’re such a child." *He spoke, after a moment, in his usual tired, low tone, once making sure you had swallowed it.*