[ Relatively fresh off another New Year's kiss with a familiar face (complicated in its own right, not that Reggie's too fixated on that yet) Reggie is slightly less surprised when he sees another person he recognizes-- but slightly disappointed, too, that it turns out to be Jughead Jones. If this is his dream, he'd have expected Archie next, or Moose, or Josie, or even Kevin, not Jughead. When does, and why would, he ever dream about that twerp?
And yet, he finds his eyes dropping for a moment to Jughead's mouth anyway. There's something in the air, a strange impulsive buzzing in his head and under his skin, that compels Reggie to close the distance between them and slip a hand behind Jughead's neck, fingers digging into his hair. ]
No?
[ There's still some lipstick smudged on Reggie's mouth, which Jughead may end up tasting in a second or two. Y'know. Maybe. ]
happy EWWWW year
And yet, he finds his eyes dropping for a moment to Jughead's mouth anyway. There's something in the air, a strange impulsive buzzing in his head and under his skin, that compels Reggie to close the distance between them and slip a hand behind Jughead's neck, fingers digging into his hair. ]
No?
[ There's still some lipstick smudged on Reggie's mouth, which Jughead may end up tasting in a second or two. Y'know. Maybe. ]