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How to play-

a- Post your character with name, canon and preferences in the subject line.

b- In the post have the character describe, in character, their ideal romantic partner in a generalised type.

c- Surprise, this has been broadcast to the universe in general.

d- Reply to those comments indulging, teasing, mocking, being scandalised or so on.

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As sure as sure can be! You are not putting me out, don't worry. Can you guess what I do for a living?

[Without much of an appetite he couldn't get as excited about the selection as Right was but he took a turn looking at the menu anyway. Maybe lobster tail...?]

[Right grinned happily after a few moments. Sweet! Faust is paying for their meal.] Well, if you're certain about it...

[He did, however, take a few moments as he looked Faust over.] Hmmmm...high-end goth model?

Pfft-ahahaha!! Goodness, no. I am far too old. Care to guess again? Or are you the type that dislikes guessing games?

Depends on what I'm guessing for.

[Right paused a moment to give the waiter his order...which is several big dishes. Hope your wallet can handle it, Faust.]

So, if not a model... Visual Kei rock singer?

[Watching Right rattle off one order after another was worth every penny. He liked to share, the opposite of a miserly penny-pincher. Once the long, long list was finished he asked for white wine and the seafood he had been eyeing. Maybe they needed a bigger table...]

Oh, I could be that one.

[Have a short chorus of a popular love song, sung perfectly and just low enough for the two of them. Faust has many talents - singing is one of them.]

[Right just smiles happily as he listens to the song.] You definitely got the voice for it; that's for sure.

Eheehee. Thank you for saying so. Sadly, I don't have the legs to be a pop idol so I became a doctor instead.

Wooow, a doctor! Bet you help a lot of people, huh?

A fair number. I've lost count by now, but of course the numbers are not supposed to matter. Do be sure to tell me if you have a boo-boo, hmm? It's my duty to kiss it better.

I guess you got a po--

[Right actually turned a little pink at that last part.] Uhmm...aren't moms supposed to be the ones kissing the boo-boo's?

Is that so? Where is your sense of imagination?

[Right...actually thought this over very carefully for a few moments.] ...Yeah, I guess you got a point. It's just a little odd to me, having someone other than my mom kissing my boo-boos.

If you plan to be kissed by anyone else in your lifetime you are going to have to start somewhere. Or have you already had your first?

[Now, he's definitely blushing.] Not yet...

[Blush-o-meter at 100%? Success!]

Oh? I suppose practice kisses don't count. Or did you mean to give me your first?

O-Of course not! [Congrats; he's now also stuttering a little.] It's just pretend! No different than all those pretend kisses you share between friends when you're little!

[Victory tastes sweet. Even the easy ones.]

Mm, you've given it some thought already, haven't you.

Naturally. Kissing's a pretty big deal, after all.

[At least, to one who's not used to "real" kisses.]

[Faust is romantic enough at heart to agree with that statement.]

And who exactly were you planning on sharing these kisses with?

......my friends. At least, one of them. I think.

I bet I can guess which one.

[Before he goes on with more teasing the first course of what Right ordered arrives, along with Faust's.]

{Oh, that blush deepened on that point. But before Right could protest, the food started showing up. Almost immediately, Right appeared to have forgotten what they were just talking about, because all of his attention immediately turned to devouring said first course.

Quite the healthy appetite he's got, too.]

[Hee. People who put on airs rubbed Faust the wrong way, and Right had about as much air as outer space. Honest enjoyment of a good meal was the proper way to count one's blessings. For a time, Faust didn't interrupt with teasing or questions, taking a few bites of white fish meat and realizing with thanks to the chef that it was light on garlic.]

Not bad. Would you care for a taste?

Mmm? Mooh! [Right looked up from his plate, looking every bit like a cheek-stuffing chipmunk. He quickly swallowed, though, due to barely remembering his manners.] Yeah, if you don't mind.

[Even when he was young Faust had not been qualified as an eating machine. The adorable mammal look suited Right much better.]

Say 'aaah~'.

[Faust stabbed a piece of his meal and ripped it away from the rest then held out the loaded end of his fork. Indirect kiss? Some girls lost their mind at the thought.]