bakerstreet | THE KISSING BOOTH MEME

[He slaps down another few coins, then. HAH.]

And this?

[ Seth shrugged off the refusal. He'd been in worse situations before - it was just a fact of life that the more of it you had, the more ups and downs you got to go through.

He smiles softly at her counter-offer, because it's very much obvious that she doesn't want to be here, but he can at least make the day a little brighter. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet, out of which comes a crisp fifty dollar bill. ]

Since it's going to such a good cause, all I'm just gonna ask if I can give a cute girl a kiss on the cheek. [ Seth's hands are fast at slipping his wallet back into his pocket (within normal human limits, of course), but the bill is still there between two fingers. ]

[Keith stares off angrily into space.]

...Coran.

[He's as strange a fellow as he is gentlemanly, at least on the surface. The hilt presses into her hand as he holds onto it and all of her eyes track downward in mute surprise. There's something both amusing and endearing about the gesture and the payment. She's never been one to wield a weapon and blades were kept to modest knives meant for desserts.

It's the blade's little trick that has her smiling up at him once again, though this time there's something a touch more serious to the shape of it.]

What an interesting trick. You do know that nothing good comes from running towards spilled blood, don't you? Particularly in a spider's domain.

Ooooh, dude, I'm...

[Hunk cracks up, needing to rest his head on the top of the table, sides shaking as he laughs.]

Shit, bro!!

[Dammit. Shiro groans internally.]

...Can't you be happy with the cheek kiss?

Don't laugh! It was horrible! His mustache was so scratchy!

[Keith is scarred for life, Hunk. You don't understand.]

Nope. [Lance smiles brightly. Sorry, Shiro, he's gonna be stubborn about this.]

Aww, you poor thing.

[He's mostly getting his laughter under control, a few snickers escaping here and there. His tone is light and playful when he asks-]

Want one from me to take away the memory?

You are my least favorite child, if I'm the dad. Which makes this...weirder.

[Shiro leans forward across the booth. Come at me bro]

Rude. I better get a great kiss for being insulted like that.

[Hmph. Lance is just going to lean in and smooch him hard for good measure. Because. He can. Also what is this least favorite thing.]

Does Keith get kisses when he's insulted too?

[He can't resist that one last jab, and leans into the kiss with a defeated sigh.

But he's not gonna kiss bad, because 1) Lance paid for this and 2) he can't risk his kissing reputation.]

[Oh, Shiro's definitely getting a bite to the lower lip for that. After Lance is done smooching him thoroughly, at least.

Score! That's one thing off his bucket list. Eventually Lance pulls back, half amused and half annoyed.]

Seriously, dude?

[Keith is pouting now, huffing indignantly at the lack of sympathy.]

...Yes. [More pouting and huffing.]

[Totally worth it. Shiro laughs and dabs at where Lance bit him with a napkin.]

He's the one you should be kissing, not me.

[Still laughing a little he leans over the table, bringing a hand up to brush over a cheek and come to rest on the back of Keith's head, fingers tangling into his thick hair. Titling his head he presses a firm kiss to the other paladins lips.]

Oh but little miss, for some of us blood is a reward.

[ The pursuit of blood is in his nature but ironically it's here that Ferid deviates from his fellows. His fancies run deeper than blood, the next meal, which is highly irregular in his kind. His keen interest in young people, for instance, is but another frivolous detail brought up by his critics. ]

The spider is lovely in her dress. If she can pour tea, or be kissed, is she not a civil being?

[ He rounds the booth. The heel of his boot marks the ground between her legs as Ferid draws his arm around her waist. ]

We can co-exist in the dark. A spider and vampire.

[ The noble leans to steal her lips but halts. ]

Ah... I'm Ferid Bathory. May I have this kiss for my undeniable charm?

[The thing is, those words are enough all on their own to fluster Fugo a little. He knows very well how Giorno can be; how he, like Trish, takes a certain delight in embarrassing him. They're both awful bullies and, honestly, Fugo is incredibly lucky that Mista is around to be his perfect distracting self because otherwise he would probably spend most of his days entirely overwhelmed. His eyebrows come together and he pulls himself together for a retort, but then--

But then, Giorno kisses him.]

[Up until now, the kisses they've passed back and forth have been perfect and entirely too distracting gestures of affection--but they've been short, simple. Little kisses. Sentimental kisses. This is... a superlative kiss, a long and drawn out kiss, that makes him gasp and forget that they're outside and anyone could see them. He holds tightly to Giorno's jacket and leans forward to meet him and respond because if he lets himself lean back at all, he'll just tumble off of his stool into the grass. The sort of kiss that even if he wipes Giorno's gloss off of his lips, if Sheila sees him she'll wrinkle her nose and Mista would smile crookedly at the sight of him because there's some has-been-kissed quality to his mouth. An amazing kiss. A distracting kiss. But then I also just wanted to kiss her more, Giorno had described it, and isn't that just the problem?

He should, theoretically, go back to work at some point. But how can he, when Giorno leans in and kisses him like this.]

[At first, when they pull back and he remembers how to breathe again and where they are, all Fugo can manage is a feeble:] You said. [Fugo lets go of Giorno's jacket, covering his mouth with one hand because he doesn't quite trust Giorno to not laugh and lean forward to kiss him again and besides Giorno shouldn't get to see him smiling if he's just going to be a bully anyway. His words, deeply embarrassed and distinctly accusatory, are muffled a little behind his fingers. He's red all over and deeply flustered] Giogio, you said I was safe.

[Rationally speaking, that is a factual statement that he knows and believes to be true: Fugo never feels safer or more like himself when he's around Giorno, Trish, and Mista. It's safe to smile around them. Safe to play the piano for them. Safe to walk away from his work and debate kiss economics with them, although he has the distinct feeling that neither Mista or Trish would put up with that kind of discussion for very long.]

Why would I want to kiss that stupid mullet head?

[Lance scowls, looking to the side. Damnit Shiro, let him have his victory moment!]

She was becoming flustered and it was showing. She knew she was holding up the line which cause some frustration because she was pretty sure Cloud was enjoying all of this a little to much.

"I didn't get what I paid for. That is the whole issue."

[Oh. Not good enough at catching up, apparently, not yet--which is fine, really. It's not a bad thing. No, it's . . . nice, actually, because if Giorno wasn't breathless already he would be now, looking at Fugo looking at him like that. It really is like being in an echo chamber, the two of them trading kisses and glances and getting more and more overwhelmed. Except the different between him and Fugo is . . .]

[Well, he doesn't feel the need to hide it. That's the difference. Fugo's all red and covering his mouth, and the glimpse of his mouth, his all of him, leaves Giorno breathing in quick and sharp, a little dizzy. Fugo always gets angry when he says he's cute, so he can't imagine the fuss he'd kick up over a word like pretty. But that's the truth of him all the same.]

I didn't mean to . . . not really . . .

[Maybe a little. Not this much. Except he wants to do it again and worse. He wants that a lot, he thinks, blinking slowly. It's taking him ages for his words to catch up with his brain, but action is easier, so he reaches out to wrap his fingers around Fugo's wrist, to pull it away from his mouth, to see.]

Come back. You can get revenge, if you want to.

Please, everyone can see you ogling him.

I do not ogle him! Glaring and ogling is totally different!

More than I'd like.

[Distressingly many, unfortunately. None of whom attend his school or who know him in any way, which is telling. He's been kind and giving them a discount if they can't provide their medical history because all that warrants is a kiss on the hand. Hand sanitizer is, of course, provided.

It's a curse to be attractive, he feels. It's unnecessary. His life would be simpler if he didn't have to deal with strange women cooing over his eyelashes.]

I know you're trying to make a joke, but the line has been irritatingly long, I'll have you know.

I've seen both.

THE KISSING BOOTH MEME

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i'm just assuming they're a thing here because why not

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awww yeah

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