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The Abrupt Kissing Meme

Plain and simple: your character is being kissed. Abruptly. How did this happen? Were they talking too much to the point where it was the only way to shut them up? Was someone bidding adieu or just not able to hold in their feelings? Or was this some CPR class gone bad? More importantly—how do they react?

How this works:
→ Leave a comment with the usual information in the subject line: character name, fandom. Any preferences, including what you don't want, should be included as well. Congratulations, your character is being kissed by whoever tags them!
→ Tag around.
→ Feel free to roll RNG (1-9) if you cannot come up with scenarios of your own.
→ Have fun, and be excellent to each other!

1 — Simply put: I like you. (You may or may not know this already.)
2 — I did it to shut you up. (It worked, didn't it?)
3 — I've always been curious... (About what it'd be like to kiss you.)
4 — It was an accident! (I totally tripped!)
5 — Farewell. (I may never see you again and...!)
6 — Taunting. (Bet you didn't see that attack coming didja?)
7 — CPR (You were asleep and you suddenly woke up..?)
8 — No more waiting! (Ain't nobody got time for that.)
9 — Fuck da police. (In other words, the random/whatever option.)

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[Garak does start wake up again after a short time. Staring up at the human- and not the human he anticipated- who took it upon herself to 'rescue' him.]

A fine sense of fashion and emergency medical training.

[He's just going to keep blinking for a moment while his vision clears up.]

[Okay. Good. Pepper sits back on the carpet, breathing heavily because 1) that was incredibly stressful and 2) CPR is actually a pretty disgusting process and she has a stranger's liquids in her mouth. Literal alien liquids. She pulls a handkerchief from her pocket, coughing into it.]

I try. Are you okay?

[That's okay, Garak is not overly fond of tasting human female and human female cosmetics. He's just going to straighten out his clothing and pretend he doesn't see her attempt to rid herself of the taste of Cardassian.]

Yes, you know, I do believe I am. Such a busy time for everyone on the station... but you don't need me to tell you that.

[It's not the taste of Cardassian, so much as the general taste of Alien and the completely (to Pepper) health complications that could come with that. How do Cardassians procreate? Spread disease? Implant eggs in your brain? No idea!

...was she being speciest? That last one felt speciest.]

No, but I do need you to tell me what just happened.

[And if you have the flu >_>]

[He's going to get up now, because it's clearly not the time to be unconscious.]

Sometimes twenty-six hours in a day just isn't enough time to get everything done! Especially when one has an entire wedding party.

[And a chance to clean off his mouth and face, and displace the taste and smell of Pepper Potts and her cosmetics.]

What brings you to my shop? Another suit, perhaps? Or some formal evening-wear?

I'm not up on my non-human biology, but I'm sure that you don't need cpr to wake up from a nap.

[That smell is Chanel No.5 and you are welcome for being exposed to a fashion cornerstone. She stands up, putting a hand against the wall because administering CPR is actually incredibly tiring.]

A suit, but if we've got someone going around and attacking the only good tailor on the station, that takes priority.

[Garak has a pleasant smile for her insistence that his safety is more important than being well-dressed.]

Your concern is, of course, appreciated, but I can't possibly imagine why anyone would attack me.

[Such a strange thing, human compassion, and not taking advantage of finding him in such a state.]

I've received some new fabrics that will look very lovely on you.

[It will take more than nice fabrics to distract Pepper.

A decent pair of shoes, maybe. But not fabrics.]

Then what do you remember, prior to blacking out? I'm calling sick bay or I'm calling the constable -- your choice.

I had just finished measuring some bides maids for the aforementioned bridal party... A few changes to the wedding party so close to the date require quite a bit more work.

[Who doesn't like a little station gossip?]

I am sure the constable has more important matters, and I would hate to bother Dr. Bashir during such a busy time.

[But he is going to pull out those fabrics to show Pepper.]

[The only station gossip that Pepper is interested in atm is the kind that leads to ANSWERS.

But oh snap, who did Jadzia and Worf kick out of their wedding?]

Noticing how you didn't answer my question.

I can't pull off green. Never have.

I don't know how you can describe this as being merely 'green'.

[Garak is going to move it closer, see all the other subtle shades? It'll be perfect with that bright hair and pale skin.]

Just because you don't like my answer doesn't mean it isn't one... but if you insist on a different fabric, how about this?

[He can do this for days if he has to... well no he can't he really does need to work on those dresses but he can certainly do this for as long as necessary.]

[She runs a finger against the many-shades-of-green fabric, subject seemingly set aside.]

I'd be willing to try a blouse, but I'm not in the market for a gown at the moment. English cut, fitted -- I trust you still have my measurements on file.

[Oh good. Now they can talk about stitching together a garment instead of a story.]

An excellent choice, and I do indeed still have your measurements.

[Unlike most of his customers he can actually trust Ms. Potts to pick something that won't be absurd... and to later match it with something suitable, that's still a stumbling block for some.]

As for suits, there's a new trend on the rise in the sector, and I have some lovely pieces that are a fine example.

abrupt kiss meme

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