Comment with your character, preferences, and the like.
Forbidden interaction, wrong place/wrong time, shyness of one or more parties, insecurities, inexperience, for fun or for a challenge - you've got to keep you PDA not so "P."
Secret handholding, coincidental dates, leaning out the window, stolen kisses behind people's backs, the works! Just be cute, be fluffy, and be secret.
[Joseph Joestar possesses a lengthy list of talents. Not that this list always goes recognized, mind you. There have certainly been some heated debates about whether or not certain items belong on the list, or can be qualified as a talent, but that's neither here nor there. Although, if you were wondering, they all totally count, and anyone who says otherwise clearly could not recognize true talent if it bit them on the nose.]
[Anyway.]
[The point here is that while Joseph is skilled at many things, subtlety is not one of them. It's not that he doesn't try (because contrary to popular belief, he tries really, really hard), but he's just not all that good at it. Unfortunately, there are many times in which subtlety is required. And thus we find our intrepid hero in his current struggle. Slooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowly inching his way closer. Slowly. S l o w l y.]
[Listen. He knows he didn't even try to come up with an excuse beyond "because I want to" for draping his legs in Caesar's lap on the boat ride over to the mainland, and he spent a better part of the day "accidentally" bumping into Caesar while they've been off running errands that only Caesar is keeping track of. But he is Not Satisfied. He wants to be closer. So here he is. Inching closer with his chair. Slowly.]
[There are bad nights, and then there are okay-ish nights. That's about all Mystic Falls can provide. But that's alright. The okay-ish nights these days seem to be a little more on the rise. Not that things haven't been getting down to the wire at times, but even when the universe seems intent on delivering them a swift kick to the balls, they find a way to keep moving forward.]
[God, Damon's started to catch that pesky optimism bug that's going around. Gross. He washes it down with another shot of whiskey and tries not to get too attached to the okay-ishness of the night when he's joined by a familiar face in his usual spot at the bar. He refills his own glass first (because he hasn't lost his mind), but then refills a second glass and slides it over wordlessly.]
I was beginning to think you weren't going to show.
(Cross-canon welcome. In the castmate department I'd be especially interested in Divines, fellow advisors, Celene, and Inquisition-era Alistair here. No Wardens, please.)
It would be quick, yea? If only because she really just enjoyed teasing him in-between where he couldn't properly retaliate without it being too noticeable to others. Yuffie was just sneaky like that. Eyes would briefly glance around her surroundings just to ensure no one was really watching her before she would go through with her sneak attack. After giving a playful yank to his ponytail to grab at his attention, hands would come up once he would turn around to grab at his collar to pull him downward to her height, so she could press a kiss against his lips.
It never did well to go about fraternizing with former or even current enemies now did it? But who could resist the fun that came along with it?
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