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Feitan looked up at his companion again, concerned with how he was handling their situation. The pastel blonde's eyes were darting around the shopping centre in an attempt to assemble the best exit strategy with the least amount of local casualties. He didn't have to be told that was happening, he just knew. Sighing, he grabbed the other man's hand and he felt him tense.

"Public displays of attention tend to make people uncomfortable. When people feel uncomfortable, they tend to look away." He explained under his breath, hoping that Shalnark would understand what he was trying to do.

"There's dozens of them crawling around here, what makes you think this'll help?" Shalnark started to retract his arm, but Feitan tightened his grip.

"Just, hold my hand damnit, we have to make this look convincing. You've obviously never had to lose a trail before. Follow my lead, soldier, and no one here will get hurt."

Shalnark fell silent, continuing to walk forward at the pace they had set when they had entered the large mall. "Who exactly are you?" He inquired after a while, suspicion and curiosity both evident in his voice.

"A spy and an ally, but that's all you need to know for now." Feitan whirled to face the taller boy, flashing him a smile. "Now kiss me."

"I'm sorry, what?" the other responded, scrunching up his face.

Feitan chuckled, keeping a pleasant look on his voice despite his frustration, "Have you ever heard of acting?" he asked, nearing his face.

"How do you know this will work?"

"Because it has no choice but to work, now," their noses were touching, and heat flushed across the blonde's face, "do you trust me?"

"Yeah," he breathed in response, barely able to get the words out.

"Good, because now's our chance," the dark haired spy smirked, and then they were surrounded in smoke.