bakerstreet | THE KISSING BOOTH MEME

Did Takao-kun sign you up for this activity...?

[ Because there is absolutely no way in hell that Midorima is doing this out of his own volition. ]

They said they'd buy me all the potato chip flavors at the import shop if I did a shift here.

[It doesn't look like he's making much money.]

[Fugo's breath always smells a little like he spends too much time brushing his teeth. Like he's trying to scrape bad dreams off his teeth with fluoride. Even now there's a tired freshness about him. A sweetness, too. His smile is just as silly as the rest of him.]

[It's the kind of smile you have to kiss, so Giorno does, just briefly and quickly enough that Fugo doesn't have time to think about it too much. Talking is so overrated, he tells himself, when he could be kissing.]

About everything.

[This sighed out very quietly, because of course he is. It's still mostly teasing, though, because he wants to keep Fugo smiling. He's got such a good smile.]

My theory was--it's different. More, kissing someone like you. But I can't put a number to it. The difference is qualitative, not quantitative. It's not . . . a measurable variable. There aren't even words, really, I don't think.

It's just . . .

[Hm. He shrugs a little, very gently so as not to disrupt the way they're leaning together.]

Perfect.

Hm...

[This happens when someone mindlessly goes after his hot dog.]

How much does it cost?

[Only looking up at him makes her feel dizzy.]

Judy cleared her throat and nodded, her cheeks noticeably pink.

"Right. Yes."

What just happened?

[What. Was he even worrying about, to begin with? Giorno has already kissed him again, quick and soft, bringing their tally up to two. What Giorno says does make Fugo smile and even laugh, the sound coming from the back of his throat. Because here is a rare moment when Giorno is wrong and needs to be briefly reminded of the true authority in the house:] No, that's Trish.

[Trish is a force of nature. Who is always right all of the time. Which is occasionally sometimes frustrating to deal with, because one does not just tell Trish Una "no". But right now, there's no room left in him for anything but a fizzy, bubbly swell of affection. He loves that unstoppable girl, who mercilessly bullies him in one breath before letting him borrow a bottle of lip gloss and sending him on his way with a laugh in the next.]

That's so imprecise. [It's not a complaint, for once. It is what it is. Kiss economics are a sham and they both know it. Fugo reaches for Giorno's face, tucking a wispy flyaway back behind his ear where it belongs, and affectionately kisses the corner of his mouth.] That's three. Out of ... [He has to think for a moment. Kissing Giorno is wonderful, but extremely distracting.] Nine, you said?

[Hey, don't underestimate Shiro's ~~team~~ club members. Not even if its just yourself. But Shiro will grin as he stands up again, clapping a hand on Hunk's shoulder.]

I know you weren't. That's why I gave them to you. Sometimes it helps to hear things like that from someone else. [His smile goes a little crooked.] Now go find Lance and drag him back here. I'll keep an eye on things until you get back.

It's a gateway drug, which is something I know you know all about.

[He leans against the booth, all casual-like.]

I'm concerned for you.

Drugs and prostitution aren't the same thing.

[And it takes just about everything for her not to roll her eyes. Are you for real, Ford?]

Concerned how exactly? I'm an adult, you know. I can take care of myself.

Ah--

[Fugo kisses him again. Fugo kisses him again, and he feels so adrift and lazy from it, he absolutely can't remember what he was going to say. He just stares at Fugo's mouth, his lips parted a little as he tries to focus. Fugo has gloss on his mouth. That's . . . Giorno's, not his own.]

[Nine? Nine isn't so many. He squeezes Fugo's hand, the fingers of his other hand coming to tug a little at the hem of that awful jacket.]

Nine is unlucky. One after eight.

Do you know how much that lip gloss costs? It's a lot. You've made a sizable donation to the pudding agenda today.

[He gives a nod as that's the expected reaction. As she offers to help, he grins.]

Well not to worry, Miss. We're completely non-profit, so any donation will go straight to helping the children. Any amount no matter how small we shall accept.

Though, to be fair; we may possibly collect more with another volunteer...but I can't ask you to take time out of your day on the spot.

Ten, then. [He amicably concedes, too pleased by the current state of affairs to mind that counting the numbers after (and before?) the number four and its multiples are altogether too many unlucky numbers to remember and avoid.] But you'll have to help me keep track.

[Fugo is an excellent manager. The combination of his excellent memory and detail-oriented personality means that there isn't much that gets past him. But he can't possibly be expected to remember how many kisses he's swapped with Giorno, especially when he's the middle of kissing him. His fingers continue to trace the edge of Giorno's hairline, thumb brushing the slope of his cheek.]

I have no idea. I told Trish I'd pay her back later. [Fugo thoughtfully pulls his lips together, smoothing out the smudged impressions left behind by Giorno's mouth. His mouth feels different, with a little bit of gloss on it.] It's worth it, though. The color's good on you. Very chic.

[He blinks. Oh, right. Pudding agenda.] So it should take you far.

[Oh. Oh, it takes him a second, because Fugo says that the way he says everything else, thoughtful but deliberate, purposeful, an observation presented as fact. The color's good on you. Oh. Oh, that was--oh.]

[His eyes go a little wide. He's so torn. God, but he wants to call attention to it, to make sure Fugo realizes what he's done and demand more of it. Yes, what else, tell me other things that you like about the way I look--but at the same time he knows, knows, that if he does that Fugo will never, ever do it again. Or at least not for ages.]

[Damnit. He's sort of breathless.]

It's good on you, too.

[Damnit. He laughs a little, very obviously at himself, quiet and embarrassed.]

I was going to say something a lot wittier than that. Something about how it's very expensive, so you bought a lot of kisses, if you want them. Pretend I said it and you were very impressed.

[Hunk can feel his face growing warm and he becomes a bit flustered at her words, shaking his head.]

N-No, I'm just, well, me. And I can assure you that no one is missing out on anything, so it's fine, really. Thank you though, Shiemi. I appreciate you wanting to help me out.

[ The crowd's all a twitter and Miyuki, too, takes some enjoyment from how worked up they are about nothing (?). Though he hears their whispers and can almost even hear their scandalized/envious thoughts, his gaze doesn't waver from Akiyama.

Good thing, or he'd look even more surprised when that bill is tucked into his clothes. It feels like forever as the other boy's fingers take their time sweeping up the length of his neck, and that coupled with the way Akiyama's looking at him, Miyuki could believe he really has just sold himself to him. There's no fight when he tips his head and this close, there's also no hiding the way his eyes widen bit by bit with each centimeter taken between them.

He forgets to stop him. You know, with the other kisses it's been Miyuki doing the kissing, and thus successfully swindling his customers out of any true kisses they may have wanted. A handsome smile, a gentle touch of his hand to cup their face... and a quick kiss on the cheek. Oh, and any additional kisses were double the fee of the last. Yeah, he's managed to make his own fun today.

But right up until Akiyama stops, Miyuki's not sure he actually will. Then he notices the pounding in his chest, the wash of heat under his skin, and the most unnatural thing about it all is the lack of control he feels. Akiyama knows what to say to make him truly tempted to abandon his post. ]

A 'bad boy' offering to steal me away? Keep talking like that and I'll swoon.

[ Miyuki relaxes his shoulders, tilts his head like he's really getting into the kiss, and there's a wolf whistle from the crowd that makes his lips quirk.

It's not like he has much time left here anyway, and he made more than he thought he would... Miyuki's definitely feeling seduced, if only by the chance of escape and the curiosity to know how exactly Akiyama plans to bail him out of here. Though, if he's honest, there are a few other tempting things.

He hums in consideration, before giving finally his answer in a soft whisper. ]

... Go on. Take me.

[Akiyama grins.]

I will. But first... [He dips his free hand behind the kissing booth as he remains close, reaching downward. Before the scandalized crowd had the chance to really panic over just where the Hell Akiyama is reaching- the delinquent suddenly pushes Miyuki back a bit, lifting his wandering hand up from behind the booth to reveal--] ...I'll be taking this. You don't mind, do you, Four-eyes~?

[Akiyama teasingly waves a small drawstring bag in the other teen's face... One that should look pretty familiar to Miyuki, as it apparently holds most (if not all) of the kissing booth earnings for today. Suddenly the crowd gasps.]

"Wai-- what?"

"No, don't take that!"

"Damn, that's messed up..."

"How dare you use him like this??"

[Oooh, people are mad now, huh? And yet despite the uproar, Akiyama just casually slings the bag over his shoulder; going to slipping through the confused crowd to push his way past them. Too intimidated to approach the street-brawler themselves, most simply scurry out of the delinquent's way.]

"Th-this isn't funny, you bully!"

"Somebody stop him..!"

[Akiyama tosses a quick glance back over his shoulder, looking at the baseball prodigy as if to silently say 'Your move'.]

[ His eyes dart down and to the side, as though he might be able to see where Akiyama's reaching. But Miyuki doens't really panic until he's pushed back and — ]

Wh- Oi!

[ He sees his hard-earned money in the delinquent's possession. Not the entirety, as some of it had been collected and stashed elsewhere earlier, but it's a good portion. And that money no longer securely with him is very panic-worthy, with little need to play up how indignant he is at Akiyama's surprise, watching his earnings slipping away through the crowd.

Maybe he's also a little impressed that he managed to surprise him this much in the first place, a little amused that he actually let the other boy talk him into making himself vulnerable when Miyuki should know better.

He sees that challenging look and tries not to smile as he vaults over the booth table. ]

I'll get him, don't worry about it!

[ Please don't follow!! His speed stat's about average (speed is Kuramochi's thing), but the immediate obstacle of the crowd kinda makes that irrelevant at first. They're not half as intimidated by him as Akiyama, but at least they give him some room for his pursuit, even cheering as he goes after the thief and tries not to let him slip out of sight. ]

[...Oh no, she didn’t mean to make him feel uncomfortable… That was the opposite of being useful here, and she probably would’ve let the whole thing go after that, if not for what he’d said. “Just me”? That makes her dig in her heels a bit, and she shakes her head hard at his words, because if someone like her, from a whole different class, can see how great he is, why can’t he see it himself?]

I think “just you” is pretty cool, Hunk.

[It comes to Shiemi then, suddenly, how she could still help if he doesn't want a bunch of customers. She could buy something from him, just like he offered to do for her. She doesn't know anything about kissing, really, but a kiss on the cheek shouldn't be too hard, right? And that counted, didn't it?

The idea of being so bold makes her go a little pink, but she's determined now, which means it's gonna happen, if she has anything to do with it and Hunk himself doesn't object. She can't think of anything more to say--words probably wouldn't work right now anyway, all her effort is focused on actually being brave and doing this thing. So before she can change her mind, she plants her hands on the booth’s counter, leans waaaay forward, and attempts to lightly press her lips to Hunk’s cheek.]

[Gwen, meanwhile, just smiled and shrugged a shoulder casually.]

Anytime, Harry.

After all... it's for a good cause right?

[She really did like making him fidget sometimes. It was pretty adorable.]

[Shiro's had a quick lesson on currency, and he sighs as he sees the coins. It's actually a good amount, not that he's going to tell Lance that.]

That? A kiss on the cheek.

[Akiyama, being rather swift and fairly nimble to boot- doesn't make it easy on his pursuer, either. Once Miyuki is on he chase, he goes into full speed to distance himself from the concerned crowd; easily hopping a fence and dashing down the sidewalk until he gets to a conveniently-located park nearby. By the time he slows down and gives Miyuki a chance to catch up, Akiyama is huddled over and bracing himself against a tall tree. -Not because he's tired or winded... but because he seriously just can't hold it in any more.]

Snrk-! [The delinquent suddenly bursts into boisterous laughter, doubled-over in near pain as the whole event replays in his mind. He holds his stomach with one hand as the other shakily keeps his weight propped up against the length of the tree, eventually speaking between breaths.] Haha, you.... -you were like....

☆~I'll get him! ☆ Don't worry about it~..! ☆☆

[He mimics the other teen's voice in the sort of overly-dramatic, heroic tone you'd expect to hear from a cartoon superhero, still cracking up as he attempts to catch his breath.]

Ahh, shit... hehe, I almost lost it... [He sniffs and wipes a watery eye. Damn, it's really been a while since Akiyama has been able to get a laugh that good.]

[Keith growls, glaring at Lance.]

...I'm only doing this for Shiro.

Oh gross. [He blinks.] Yeah, that is pretty sloppy.

What?! That can't be right! I bought a giant drink with just one of these coins! You're holding out on me, man!

[ Shit, he really doesn't make it easy. Though logically Miyuki knows it'd be best to get far away from the scene and make sure no one follows, if this is to work. It takes him longer but he does find him, cocking a brow at the way the other boy's bent over. It wasn't that far...

Ah. He stares in silence for a second, kinda stunned at the new sound of Akiyama's laughter. Then he turns his head away, let's him have his fun. The guy did just help him escape, after all, and Miyuki as some hero is a funny thought. ]

Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. You were getting pretty hammy with the villain role, too, you know.

[ He's not completely at ease, though, when the money is still slung over Akiyama's back. Miyuki takes a step foward, indicating the bag with a glance before meeting Akiyama's eyes. ]

I'll be taking that back, now.

THE KISSING BOOTH MEME

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good place to wrap it up?

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Sorry! I've been moving. ><;

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