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KISSING DAY

RULES

Kissing Day is the day before the summer solstice! It's considered good luck to get kissed today, and bad luck and a year of loneliness if you don't get a kiss, or if the object of your affection refuses a kiss from you.

The melodrama of what it means if you don't get the right kiss can vary, so feel free to have your characters be incredibly melodramatic or extremely exasperated over this superstition.

Simply comment with your character's name and form below, and then respond to others who have posted their characters!

Some students may be under the impression that more kissing = more luck. Will anything special happen if you collect the most kisses? (... probably not, but you'll sure feel loved.)

Name:
Receptiveness: Is your character soliciting kisses? Actively avoiding them? Only accepting them from select people? Do they need to be harangued into participating? Are they losing it because if their crush doesn't kiss them they're going to die alone???

» KISSES: Post your character's willingness to get some kisses!

» OTHER: If you have any scenes you'd like to do that don't fit in above, put them here!

» OOC: QUESTIONS, COMMENTS & CONCERNS

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Alright. Okay. Cool. Great. Awesome. Fantastic. But, now what? If he could describe the whole of his non-familial kissing experiences in one word, Lucas would call it 'raucous,' which is, in practice, way less exciting than it sounds. Trust him. Thanks, Gooseberry, that's really going to help him here.

"So demanding," Lucas deadpans, even though there's a big dumb smile on his face and the notion of being kissed back is now hitting him like a mac truck. A great mac truck. An eagerly anticipated mac truck.

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other and back, bouncing. Lucas leans down (a lot, as instructed) with perhaps more enthusiasm than he's probably ready for, and promptly knocks his nose against Bash's. For a split second, he wishes the ground would open up and eat him, but, shit he's already here and he really would like to kiss this boy. So he does, lips parted from sheepish laughter.

There's no shame in admitting that he's so occupied with details that there isn't nearly enough time to panic. Which is sort of nice in and of itself. (There are a full five inches to traverse here and the curve of Lucas' grin is just a tiny bit higher on one side and, man, is he clever - like he even looks clever - and it sort of makes no sense at all that this is happening.) Bash does some of his best work in split seconds.

The first attempt makes him laugh, just barely a soft exhale, and it takes some genuine effort not to stick his fingers into the mess of things - to smooth them down the bridge of Lucas' nose just to check that it's fine. So they hover for a moment instead, fluttering a bit like winged things freshly pinned.

But the second one works out just fine, even if it catches a bit on the edge of a grin. But that's easily realigned. Easily. Bash presses upward helpfully and his fingers finally figure out what they want to do with themselves, carefully skimming the ends of dark curls. They're soft and everything just kind of goes all still and hushed and fuzzy in his head. No clamoring of bells or shuffling of run-on sentences, just - quiet. It's pretty much the best thing he's heard all day.

Lucas' skin prickles, hot and cold shooting through him like cracks in thin ice. He wriggles from the light touch of Bash's fingers in his hair, free hand drifting up and then back down, because he doesn't know what to do with it, but he'd really like to put it somewhere - preferably on Bash. He settles on the back of Bash's neck, thumb pressed just beneath his ear, to coax him gently upward. Lucas tilts his head, having a go at deepening the kiss.

It makes him feel drunk, head muddy, everything but the two of them gone blurry. And when he breaks the kiss, it takes him a few seconds to find his breath. "I don't think you'll have to worry about that hermit thing, now." Lucas mumbles, gaze fixed on Bash, pupils dilated.

Bash nods readily, all solemn agreement, not breaking eye contact even though he kind of wants to look everywhere. Catalogue everything. His fingers twitch with it from where they've slid to hover even with Lucas' collarbones now that he's flat-footed once more. "Thanks for the save."

He lets it rest there for a good second - which is about a good second longer than he'd like to - before impulse wins out and he steals a kiss for himself. Quick, in the manner of all good thievery, and firm. He maybe has to go way up on his toes for it, so the end result's a bit wobbly, but there's a smile pressed very securely into the middle of it.

"I, uh -" He grins, shooting for self-assured and landing somewhere around sheepishly pleased, scrubbing the heel of one hand across his cheek in some futile attempt to wipe off the brightness that's settled in under his skin. "Just in case?"

"No problem," Lucas responds, both to the thanks and the stolen kiss, which set his whole body to buzzing again. His knees knock a little, bouncing with excess energy, and the subsequent blurted invitation of "anytime," leaps out of him like an excited frog, trailed by a stumbling laugh. If his face could redden anymore, it would have, but he still doesn't tear his attention away.

He lets his hand slip down the length of Bash's arm. "Do you, um," he's grinning so much he has to stop a moment and collect himself. "Have time before your next exam? Want to take a walk?"

"Yes." It's vehement and tumbles out quickly enough that he needs a second afterward to take stock of what time it is. (Like, really, what time zone are they in right now? Does he still have tests? How important are tests, really?) "I mean, I think?" His nose crinkles up, snagging Lucas' hand when it reaches his and holding on.

Then he nods, free hand ticking down imaginary time slots and reasonably certain of their availability. "I do. Yes." Another nod. He's doing a lot of that. Holy shit, Guppy. Still yourself. It's with very purposeful stillness that he clarifies, "Have time. Want to. Both."

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