bakerstreet | THE KISSING BOOTH MEME

[He does this to himself, he knows. He thinks too much, gets worked up or caught off-guard, and freezes. It's silly. But it's one thing to think about bringing Giorno some lip gloss, talk about something (hopefully) humorous, and kiss him and another thing entirely to actually do it.]

No, it's just-- [He shakes his head and waves his free hand, as if he's trying to physically brush away his own embarrassment. It's just him, is what he means. Impulsively, he twists his hand briefly out from under Giorno's and slips their fingers together. He squares his shoulders, and very seriously remarks:] Considering how quickly the market can change, it's best to confirm theories as soon as you can.

[He only hesitates a little, taking note of the difference in angles between their faces and shifting his position to avoid an unfortunate nose collision, before leaning in to press a careful kiss on Giorno's mouth.]

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Well, I'll take a dozen or so if you've got that many. It's a shame others don't seem interested, they are really yummy.

[He pretty much inhales the rest of the cookie in his hand, visibly enjoying it.]

Are you sure that's okay? I mean, I'm always down for fresh grown plants, but I'm not a part of that club, so I don't want to be taking stuff if it's just for the members. And I'm also always super down for new recipes to try. So please, hit me up with those.

It was a good kiss. It was a great kiss, in fact, and Nick liked to think he was a pretty good kisser, thank you very much. It felt good, too, which was surprising. Later, he'll probably question it too, but not now.

At some point, his hand had come up to cover hers holding onto his tie, and with his eyes slipped closed he could have enjoyed that kiss for much longer... but, unfortunately, air was becoming an issue. Pulling away, he blinked, looking dazed... before nodding, then clapping his hands together. "Okay, well... that's done so I'll just be going now." He flashed a half-grin, backing away slowly. "I'm sure there are other people who want to... you know, have their turn."

Really?! Thanks! We have a lot, so that’ll be a big help!

[Shiemi goes from looking pleased (and a touch bashful) about the fact that Hunk is clearly enjoying the cookies, to looking a little sheepish as he mentions the club.]

…Well, it’s not really a club so much as it is just…me…planting things in empty beds the teachers said I could use, in exchange for looking after the other things that were already planted. [Smiling, she clenches her fists in front of her, eyes shining with determination.] Next year I’ll win over some more members and make it into a real club, for sure! But since I’m the only one right now, Rin said that makes me the club president! And I say that it’s okay, you can use whatever you want! And sure, I’ll bring that recipe book tomorrow…

[Speaking of books…her eyes wander to the one he’d been reading, then to the booth in general. She hesitates to ask about how he got stuck there. He doesn’t seem very thrilled with it all--she hasn’t seen him trying to draw in customers or anything, either, like she’s supposed to do for the café. Maybe that’s why there isn’t a line, because he kinda looks like he wants to be left alone…?]

Oh! Since you’re helping me out by buying those cookies, I should help you out, too!

[From anyone else, that would mean buying a few kisses themselves.

From Shiemi, it means—]

I’m not very good at this sort of thing, but let me see if I can drum up some business for you!

[SHE JUST WANTS TO HELP

REALLY]

She still could. Nothing like a friendly competition to see who could raise the most money for a good cause along with bragging rights. Rights that would likely get held over the other's head in a bid to make them jealous.

Either way, she'd end up with exactly what she wanted.

"You could try asking them." There's a hint of amusement contained within his voice, knowing that the answer they would give likely wouldn't be satisfactory.

It's fine, I guess. Whatever does it for you. [But flipping through the booklet is doing absolutely nothing for Akiyama, so he tosses it back down in front of the other teen. At Miyuki's following statement, Akiyama merely cocks his head to the side a bit.] Should I not be?

'Interested', I mean... [The delinquent's attention is momentarily caught by the sight of a pair of girls idly watching from a distance; very obviously whispering to each other about what they see. It's hard to tell if their interests lie in Akiyama or Miyuki- but the much more likely answer is probably a combination of both. Specifically, the fact that the two are acquainted to begin with. With Miyuki being a baseball prodigy and Akyama being notorious for beating people to a pulp, it's not surprising that the two males together might turn a few heads. Though Akiyama barely pays the gawkers any mind for the moment, their attention does get the wheels in his head spinning...]

[ SUCH a child. But the little 'boop' made her wrinkle her nose and giggle. Honestly, how was she supposed to be anything but cheerful when he was around? It really wasn't fair. ]

You really do know how to make a girl feel special, Harry.

[ And with that, she made up her mind. Leaning forward and reaching out to grab his shirt, she pulled him closer - close enough so she could press her lips to his. Oh, it was more of a peck than anything else, but really - he deserved it. After pulling back she bit her lower lip against an almost shy grin. ]

Thanks.

[There's a moment when Giorno is certain Fugo will change his mind. Or at least hedge enough that he'll need to stop pushing and change the subject. It'd be fine if that happened; it's not as though his feelings will be hurt, really. He likes spending time with Fugo no matter what they're doing. He's delightfully ridiculous. He'll talk about things like pudding legislature and kiss economics like they really matter, he'll take a joke to the end of the line before he admits how stupid it is.]

[So it's fine. Except then Fugo's taken his hand and--oh. He's so surprised at the shift that he doesn't really process what's happening quickly enough, and then Fugo is kissing him.]

[He's so careful. Giorno breathes in sharply and squeezes his hand, leaning into the gentle pressure, kissing him very decisively back, savoring the strange shyness of it. Sometimes Fugo's trepidation is so contagious that his own heart beats in his ears the way he imagines Fugo's must. Or maybe it's just because any touch from Fugo is so special he has to hold it carefully in his heart, like brittle glass in shaking hands.]

[It's not a long kiss. It feels like it is, though, because Fugo was so silly about it and then all of a sudden all Giorno knows is how very happy he is. When he pulls away (albeit not very far) he's smiling in a hazy, distant way, unfocused and lazy, his fingers still locked with Fugo's.]

Mmm . . . look at that. I was right.

[Oh, wow, she's pretty cute when she looks super determined like that.]

All right then, thanks Shiemi. That's really nice of you. I'll make sure to bring you some of whatever I end up making with them, how does that sound?

[Unfortunately, Hunk isn't as thrilled about her suggestion for helping bring in business to the kissing booth as he is about the herbs and recipe book.]

Uhh, that's not necessary, really, I'm just sort of babysitting this thing. I'm not really that invested if it does well or not, you know?

[ He straightens the book out on the table, flipping to the right page though he doesn't go back to analyzing it. ]

Well, "whatever does it for you"! [ Smiling with his teeth, vaguely alluding to the fact that Akiyama at his kissing booth would indicate certain interests. ]

I didn't say you shouldn't, just that it's...

[ Miyuki tilts his head slightly away from the girls while letting his eyes roll that way to indicate them. Then he fixes his gaze back on Akiyama and lifts his brows, looking him over in a brief drop of his eyes, all of it in a span of half a second. ]

Unexpected.

[ And he's not the only one who thinks so, apparently. Besides being a punk and the baseball team captain respectively, they're both guys. But the alarms don't sound in Miyuki's head just yet. He doesn't care enough about a couple girls seeing him with Akiyama — it's talking. He's allowed to talk to whomever he wants. ]

[Akiyama gives one of his usual aloof smiles at that.] It's not that deep. Don't think too hard about it, Four-eyes. I'm just bored.

You don't mind entertaining me for a while, right? Especially with us having such a captive 'audience'... [Just over Akiyama's shoulder, a couple more people begin to glance in their direction, but the delinquent doesn't seem too bothered by that.] Anyway-

[He gestures up to the Sign above the kissing booth.] Just Fifty cents, huh? You're a pretty cheap date. Since I'm here, I guess I might as well give your fans something to really talk about... [His eyes stare intently down upon the other teen as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out five dollars with an amused smirk.]

Well?

[Kissing Giorno is new. It still catches him offguard when it happens, even when it's as intentional, calculated even, as this. His heart pounds and his stomach flutters. For one perfect moment, everything is just Giorno; the smell of his hair, the taste of his gloss, the pressure of their mouths together, the grounding contact of their fingers together. Fugo honestly doesn't know how anyone in this house manages, if this is what it's like to kiss someone you love every time.

Giorno doesn't pull away far. There's still room for Fugo to rest their foreheads together, which he does. He feels off-balance in the best of ways, like the only way he's able to hold himself upright is because of those little points of contact. He's smiling too, soft and a little strange and entirely unselfconscious.]

You usually are. [They ... were talking about something. Oh, right. Kiss economics. Some theory. The details are sort of escaping him at the moment. Fugo blinks, trying to recall them, and instead only coming up with the thought that oh, I was right because of the way Giorno's lip gloss is smudged from kissing.] About what?

Yes, please! That sounds wonderful!

[Shiemi stops in the middle of turning around to start advertizing for him right then and there, a little crestfallen. It had seemed like such a good idea though, even if she wasn't really the best at drawing people in like that.]

But...you're really helping me out, so...

[What else can she do to help, if he doesn't want her to bring in customers? Is he really not that attached to the job? It does seem like a kind of awkward thing to have to do, now that she really stops to think about it...but still, she can't help giving a soft, sudden laugh.]

Haha, that's too bad. I mean, you're really great, Hunk! So I'm sure lots of people would want to kiss you! They might be missing the chance of a lifetime!

[Harry doesn't even get a chance to wave off Gwen's compliment before she's decisively tugged him in for a proper smooch. And just like that, all of Harry's smooth bravado jumps out the window and shows him for what he really is: an awkward, dorky sap.

Because he's standing there, equal parts surprised and amazed with his face gradually sifting through many shades of pink.] Wow. [And then he's averting his eyes down, trying not to grin himself. (Spoiler: it's not working, and he's definitely grinning.)]

Thank you.

[Oh ho, Muffet is very pleased.]

Then why not be a client? I promise my kisses are completely safe.

[Some of the spiders are a little more questionable, of course.]

[Oh ho, he's not a shy one in the least! Just the kind of customer one would expect for this type of venue. There's no need to fight his action and she seems perfectly willing to go along with the none too gentle kiss. Hopefully she isn't too prickly with her own fangs.

She gives a pleased smile, leaning forward on a multitude of folded arms.]

You do drive a hard bargain, dearie. It seems though you've already taken the service. Now there's just the matter of payment.

[Because no man is worth a loss in potential revenue. The spiders swaying above her seem to agree.]

[ His gaze follows the money and his mind races to weigh the pros and cons. On the one hand: easy money that goes to help his team. On the other hand: does he really want it getting around that he kissed this guy? Miyuki can feel the people watching, the attention of passersby snagged on the odd pair...

And realizes he doesn't care.

This isn't the same as the hickey, which would have gotten him envious bugging and teasing about who his new girlfriend is. This is part of what he's supposed to be doing, what everyone knows he's doing anyway, and while he can see it coming back to him simply because they're two dudes... he can see blowing it off easily. Anyone who cared about it more than that would be the weirdo. ]

Well... I was going to say that's only the rate for girls, but you met the guy's rate anyway.

[ He lifts a brow at Akiyama, considering the other factor of whether he wants to let the guy that close to him again. Whether he really wants to back down instead.

Miyuki's smile tugs into a smirk to match Akiyama's. ]

And dates aren't for sale, by the way. I'm only selling my body here, not my heart.

[ Hey, he may not have wanted to do this crap but he has some humor for his position. Miyuki stays seated, crooking a finger for Akiyama to lean down. ]

C'mere.

Tifa let out a soft noise, looked behind her at the waiting line of females. The ones nearest were clearly enjoying the show but the ones further back that couldn't hear anything were looking impatient. Tifa turned back to Cloud.

"I'm sure they would come up with various of reasons, all that would stroke your ego. I just a kiss worth my money, Mr. Strife."

( ...Okay. Kuroko is just going to stand in place and stare for a few moments in silence.

Finally: )

...What are you doing?

[ He smiles innocently. Greedy girl. ]

A payment in proportion to the service.

[ His gloved hand passes over the honors so brazenly adorning his vest and produces an elegant, gold dagger. He offers her not the blade but the ornate hilt. ]

From my collection. An expensive toy with a trick up its sleeve. If the blade tastes blood I'll know it and...

[ He folds her fingers over the hilt of the blade and holds her hand in his. ]

come for you. Of course, you may sell it if you please.

{ Lydia's small laugh is more like a scoff. Guess she can't really be surprised that her obvious humor is returned...at least, that is a joke, right?

It hardly matters, because what the guy says next is something Lydia really hopes is a joke. Her face falls into perhaps more surprise than his remark might have warranted. } God, no, I think pimping out some guy I don't know for money would be even worse.

But, thanks. { Lydia just holds her apple like an idiot, seemingly forgotten even though she's devoting both hands to it. } I shouldn't complain, it's for a good cause...we're gonna mentor underprivileged girls for a weekend. I'm just...being a brat. { She forces an awkward smile, self-conscious and also self-reprimanding.

And then, a defeated shrug of one shoulder. } Five bucks, and no open mouth stuff. --Unless you're not interested! It's fine. I'm sure the girls over at the fried dough cart are making a killing.

[Interesting... he'd really be interested in going forward with the kiss, huh? And with everyone watching, even. Akiyama wasn't sure if such a demand would be enough to break that confidence of Miyuki's or not, but apparently the guy's competitiveness still wont let him back down. The delinquent can't help but give a sly smile.] Is that right? What a tease~...

I guess I'll have to settle for just that. [At this point the small crowd of onlookers is absolutely buzzing with equal parts amazement, curiosity, excitement- and probably some flustered panic, too. The crowd is so shook up by the unexpected sight that Akiyama can't help himself from taking amusement in it all; taking his time by playing up the already-impressive provocativeness within the scene.]

Just don't disappoint me. [The delinquent leans over a bit when prompted, and takes the opportunity to satirically slip his five dollar bill just underneath the top of Miyuki's shirt- letting it stick up out from the boy's collar in the same way you'd expect to see from an erotic dancer ~~(or hooker)~~.] -I'm paying good money for this body, after all...

[The fingers previously tucked within Miyuki's collar move up to trail along the teen's neck; long fingers smoothing up the skin of the baseball prodigy's throat- and notably making contact with the band-aid there along the way. Once he reaches Miyuki's chin he takes hold of it, tilting the other boy's face upwards. Akiyama's gaze drops to glance down at the other boy's lips, and he moves in even closer... closer... until his mouth comes just short of grazing against Miyuki's own... Then he stops.]

I'm feeling generous again, so... I'll leave it up to you. [He begins in a low voice- quiet enough so that only Miyuki can hear. Though Akiyama isn't actually initiating contact beyond the hand holding the athlete's head in place, for all intents and purposes, anyone watching the pair from behind should fully be under the impression that the two are in the midst of sharing a long, heated kiss. And judging by all of the commotion suddenly stirring up around them, it's pretty damn effective.] Do you really wanna keep sitting here like a good boy, or... do you want me to bail you out of your 'duties' for the day?

We don't have forever, so hurry up and choose. [Without elaborating on just how one would make that happen, Akiyama remains close as he waits for Miyuki's answer; eyes staring into the athlete's own through long lashes.]

Stay here, or come with me?

The prices are listed.

[He doesn't sound particularly enthused about any of this. Instead, he looks back at her with an extremely disgruntled look as he sizes her up. She looks rather...unusual. A foreigner? He really wishes he could have anyone who pays up for a kiss provide him their medical history, blood type, and astrological sign up front, but he's been told in no uncertain terms that he's supposed to take the money and kiss people and nothing else.]

Kuroko.

[So much disdain and irritation wrapped up in one small word. Kuroko is mocking him and he knows it. It takes willpower not to snap at him, but Midorima has excellent willpower and control, if he does say so himself. He won't give in to this bait. He won't.

He won't.]

Are you gonna buy a kiss or not?

[Not that he really cares one way or the other, to be honest. It's not like he asked to be here. He'd just walk away, but someone bribed him with food and now he's stuck.]

THE KISSING BOOTH MEME

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Okay, maybe the tiara. But please for the love of god do something better with his hair

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We could backcomb and tease his hair into a big blonde afro?

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