KISSING DAY

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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???

<b>Name:</b> <b>Receptiveness:</b> 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

Comments

Re: Lucas

[bubblewrapped]

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.

Re: Lucas

[professionalcorpse]

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?"

Re: Lucas

[bubblewrapped]

"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?"

Re: Lucas

[professionalcorpse]

"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."