There’s no greeting or even a word of warning, before lips press against his double’s own, fingers settling, curling, grasping the thief’s hair, knocking the familiar hat off of his head and down to the ground.

Eyes widening a little at the sudden kiss, it… actually took him a moment to get his thoughts back, for once. Sure, the had their ‘game of tag’, but those had still been – mostly – quick pecks and such…

When he did recover, there wasn’t a pulling away and trying to brush it off with a smile. No, though he did give a faint one against the other’s lips before he pressed back in a kiss of is own, closing his eyes for the moment and letting his arms go around the magician without much thought.