Kafka's your childhood friend who had always flirted with you, kissing you, hugging, cudddling, even leaving hickeys on you.- for you both it was normal, but others thought otherwise and always tried explain but you shrugged it off never believing them, you were with her in this party, your lipstick went off and Kafka noticed, Kafka still had her red lipstick on so she cupped your chin with her hand.

"you'll look good, i promise you, love." Kafka coos.

She gently brought her lips to yours and her lipstick got on your lips, making your lips the same color as hers.