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bakerstreet2016-12-26 12:23 pm
simplememes) wrote in bakerstreet2016-12-26 12:23 pm
Sneaky PDA
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[Oh, he's all about being lowkey with displays of affection. Character info on journal if it helps]
"Hey!" Brice said breathlessly as he came up to Kenny's desk. He'd run around the school once just to make it look like he was ready to flee just as quick. "Someone handed me this note for you. Just...read it, I guess, or don't." With a shrug, Brice placed the intricately-folded note in front of Kenny and turned.
The back of his shirt had his name across the shoulders with his lacrosse number under it. It was the same information that Kenny would find at the end of the note.
Taking a seat up and to the left of the other, Brice's heart was beating faster than it had during his run. He'd been given a head's up from a friend in the period before theirs, so hopefully when the teacher asked for volunteers to be paired up for the science experiment spreadsheet, Kenny would pick him.
The back of his shirt had his name across the shoulders with his lacrosse number under it. It was the same information that Kenny would find at the end of the note.
Taking a seat up and to the left of the other, Brice's heart was beating faster than it had during his run. He'd been given a head's up from a friend in the period before theirs, so hopefully when the teacher asked for volunteers to be paired up for the science experiment spreadsheet, Kenny would pick him.
[ canon, crosscanon, AUs, etc., anything goes ]
The ship celebrates a myriad of holidays on board throughout the year, spanning traditions from all planets and Starfleet systems. Their "holiday party" does its best to fall somewhere in the middle of them, with crew members invited to share food and drink and games from their home planets.
Sara's on her fourth egg nog of the night, Santa hat perched crookedly on her head as she weaves her way through the mess hall. She's spotted something that looks like mistletoe hanging from the turbo lift door, which finds her wandering towards the Captain and tugging at his arm.
"Sir? Can I steal you for a moment? There's a transmission I need your sign off on - it'll only take a second."
Sara's on her fourth egg nog of the night, Santa hat perched crookedly on her head as she weaves her way through the mess hall. She's spotted something that looks like mistletoe hanging from the turbo lift door, which finds her wandering towards the Captain and tugging at his arm.
"Sir? Can I steal you for a moment? There's a transmission I need your sign off on - it'll only take a second."
[Gabrielle certainly thinks this is worth keeping quiet.]
[ this guy was made for this meme, bring it. ]
[It's new, whatever this is. One moment, he'd been leaning over Sirius (okay, more like wrapping his arms around Sirius) in class to scribble a note on his parchment and Sirius had been giving him this look while saying something about having amazing taste. The next moment, something had just... clicked. Somewhere, between the brush of Sirius' hair against his cheek and the warmth dancing in his eyes as he'd looked at Remus, something between them had been irrevocably shifted.
There's an energy the hovers between them now – or perhaps it had always been there and he'd simply never noticed it before – heavy and charged with a tension that he can't help but relish. He feels it every time Sirius looks at him, every time their elbows brush at the dinner table or he sprawls next to Sirius on the couch in the common room just a bit closer than strictly necessary.
Remus doesn't shy away from it. In fact, he takes great joy in testing the limits of this new line that they've crossed, which is how he's ended up plastered against Sirius in the Great Hall during breakfast. Not obviously, of course; the others sitting across from them have no idea that his thigh is pressed flush against Sirius' under the table. He face remains impassive as he reaches for a piece of toast, forced to use his right arm only due to their proximity, his left wedged uselessly between Sirius and himself, hand resting on his knee and knuckles brushing the soft fabric of Sirius' trousers.]
There's an energy the hovers between them now – or perhaps it had always been there and he'd simply never noticed it before – heavy and charged with a tension that he can't help but relish. He feels it every time Sirius looks at him, every time their elbows brush at the dinner table or he sprawls next to Sirius on the couch in the common room just a bit closer than strictly necessary.
Remus doesn't shy away from it. In fact, he takes great joy in testing the limits of this new line that they've crossed, which is how he's ended up plastered against Sirius in the Great Hall during breakfast. Not obviously, of course; the others sitting across from them have no idea that his thigh is pressed flush against Sirius' under the table. He face remains impassive as he reaches for a piece of toast, forced to use his right arm only due to their proximity, his left wedged uselessly between Sirius and himself, hand resting on his knee and knuckles brushing the soft fabric of Sirius' trousers.]
[Let's be real this is the only way it'd work with this walking disaster.]
[He's not usually invited to Slughorn's parties, being neither a member of a prominent family nor a distinctly exceptional student. He earns high marks, to be sure, but in Slughorn's lessons he's struggled to maintain even a passing grade, rendering him mediocre at best in the eyes of the professor who's widely known for 'collecting' only the best and brightest pupils for his 'Slug Club.'
That is, until Slughorn had gotten hold of the Marauder's Map in one of the most nerve-wracking moments of Remus' life. Fortunately, Slughorn had been so thoroughly impressed with his charm work (he hadn't mentioned the others for fear of landing them all in detention) that he'd insisted Remus attend his next 'little get-together,' brushing off his every attempt to decline.
On the up side, he'd got the Map back with only a wink and the quiet proclamation that 'boys will be boys'. Even better, he'd managed to score the seat next to one Regulus Black, which is certainly more than he could have ever hoped to get out of what promised otherwise to be quiet the tedious 'party' indeed.
Remus takes his seat without ceremony, nodding politely to Regulus as he sits but making no further overture that might potentially give them away.]
That is, until Slughorn had gotten hold of the Marauder's Map in one of the most nerve-wracking moments of Remus' life. Fortunately, Slughorn had been so thoroughly impressed with his charm work (he hadn't mentioned the others for fear of landing them all in detention) that he'd insisted Remus attend his next 'little get-together,' brushing off his every attempt to decline.
On the up side, he'd got the Map back with only a wink and the quiet proclamation that 'boys will be boys'. Even better, he'd managed to score the seat next to one Regulus Black, which is certainly more than he could have ever hoped to get out of what promised otherwise to be quiet the tedious 'party' indeed.
Remus takes his seat without ceremony, nodding politely to Regulus as he sits but making no further overture that might potentially give them away.]
( canonmates or previously established cr only! )
[Thinking he's got some time to himself away from the others, Prompto has found a quiet spot where he is hunched down, bending at his knees, and balancing on the balls of his feet. From behind, it appears as though he's fiddling with something in his hands, and he's trying to keep whatever it is out of view. Obviously, very suspicious and not super subtle, but then subtlety was seldom ever Prompto's strong suit. As he piddles away with whatever is in his hands, he can be heard muttering audibly to himself.]
So maybe this one? ... or would this one be better? ... hmmm ... which one would he like more?
[Whatever it is, it currently seems to have his entire attention, making it very easy for someone to sneak up and surprise him. Only if one were so inclined, of course.]
So maybe this one? ... or would this one be better? ... hmmm ... which one would he like more?
[Whatever it is, it currently seems to have his entire attention, making it very easy for someone to sneak up and surprise him. Only if one were so inclined, of course.]
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