Happy birthday, lovebug.
(She punctuates her sentiment by tilting Storm's chin up with one hand and pressing her lips against his in a drawn-out gentle kiss.)
You'll always be my favorite little butterfly.~
Don't even try arguing with me that I don't care, ladybug. It's impossible for me /not/ to~ you're just too darn charming!
(The lady of the hour reaches a hand out to tilt his chin upwards so she can bend down and meet his lips with a drawn out warm kiss.)
You better be
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🟣🦋
(Omid doesn't say a single word despite approaching Storm, but her antennae lift up and lean towards his face to sense him, then she opens her arms and envelops him in a gentle, secure embrace. Her big butterfly flutters off of her eye and lands on top of his head.)