bakerstreet | gen kisses, ship kisses, any kind of kisses.

gen kisses, ship kisses, any kind of kisses.

kissing. that's it, that's the meme.

ONE: comment with your character and preferences.
TWO: you're kissing.
THREE: reply to others.
FOUR: no, seriously, they're kissing.
FIVE: whether there's backstory behind it, whether this has been building-building-BUILDING up or you've just met or you've been cursed by the universal, non-season specific hanging festive object of your choice and you can't escape until you smooch OR you literally just tripped into somebody's lips, if doesn't matter. btw it doesn't have to be on the mouth. live your best creative life.
SIX: it's a thing. it's happening. so you probably better let the people in the back know if you want assumed CR, gentle kisses on the forehead only, if you prefer gen/platonic kisses for the kids, crack threads, frenching, one-sided or misunderstood intentions and mistaken identities, whatevs.
SEVEN: kissin'. kiss kiss fall in love motherf-

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( m/m for spicy, ota for gen. )

[ up to you where you want this to go. c:

how often does robin get a chance to kiss another person? not very. in fact, the idea of doing it now is exhilarating in one sense but also frightening in another. will this man reciprocate? it's a little awkward to do it in the first place with a stranger but if it'll do well for social media's sake, then... ]

Don't worry, it'll just be on the cheek! I promise.

[ eyes twinkling, lips curled into a genuine and warm smile... ]

[ on a d8

likewise, it's not often subaru really plays the part of an ambassador. ...if it can be called as such. kyoto doesn't see many celebrity presences either in comparison to tokyo, so this is a bit out of his wheelhouse. but being the head of one of the most auspicious families in the city does come with responsibilities that are more visible, less isolated and confined to the shadows.

still, this isn't exactly what he expected. but never let it be said he doesn't harbor a natural fondness for a flamboyant personality, a willing smile. not that you'd be able to tell just by looking at his face. ]

It's fine. Do what you need to.

[ he's not very tall himself, but he does incline his head. ]

What I need to?

[ robin laughs, lifting his arms so he can rest his hands on the back of his head, taking large and exaggerated steps while they move toward the first of his one of many destinations. how many dates has a young man whose life centered around the sacred, secular, then sacred stages been on? few. will social media help? no.

so what SHOULD a date be like? mm. it can start out with this. the photo set can begin with one very innocent smooch, followed by pictures of cute and animal themed food, and then maybe in a park? moonlit in a way that's much more normal than the way he sees it. ]

O~kay! Hold still.

[ one hand around subaru to steady himself, the other holding up the phone. lips on the cheek, one eye closed in a wink as he poses for the shot. a few people stop and stare, watch the two in curiosity. robin's certainly enjoying this; there's value in attracting a crowd. how when he parts his lips, the sharpest eyetooth reveals itself between them.

so it might be a little shocking when he lowers his head and plants a similar kiss to the side of sumeragi's neck. near the throat. ]

[ subaru knows kyoto. his birthplace is engraved in him as much as the duty bestowed unto him by blood. but the kyoto he knows and the kyoto that others see are oftentimes two very different things. watching his charge's attention hone in on his phone, subaru knows he'll probably be sticking to the latter. and to his credit, he performs well even when there are curious gazes on him. prying eyes. though his expression lays mostly unchanged in the wake of the lips on his skin, the shuttering noise of the camera, something sparks in his awareness at the pearly flash of teeth.

when the final kiss descends on his neck, his nerves leap in a palpable way. not because of the act, or the intimate location, not entirely - it's because he's suddenly wise to something that the onlookers aren't. dark eyes flickering to the crowd, his arm crosses behind robin's to steer him aside by the waist.

it's with a polite nod of his head to the small crowd that he begins to depart from this particular scene. ]

If you'll excuse us.

[ now he's interested. ]

[ he's too busy fixating on the pictures that he's now trying to pick the best ones of. yes, robin's dimly aware that he might've outed himself with that last one? that he might be appealing to a different kind of audience with the snap and glint of razor sharp pearly whites meant to rend flesh in such a way to extract the most blood possible. that he's now being dragged toward a place that might offer them both privacy, though robin's unsure why he'd need it in the first place!

before long, the boy finally notices that they're isolated. that he has suddenly realized that, just like back home, there are those who dislike the existence of vampires. not all of them have to be vampires themselves, too. and of course, media certainly has sensationalized their kin in fictional and untrue ways.

so. with a hum, robin finally pulls the phone away from his face. ]

Oh! I'm not sure about the lighting... you sure you want to take more pictures here?

[ ehe. ]

[ subaru has an air about him. people tend to listen and leave things be when he asks it, though he often neglects to make use of that strength. a tribute to his elusiveness, he supposes. so it's not much of a problem to move them off of the main historic street and onto a pathway crowned with an impressive set of stone stairs, edges lined in lanterns, and beyond that, trees. scenic... though the trees would make it hard to take reliable pictures. that's neither here nor there for now, a thought tucked close to his chest.

once out of sight, subaru's arm slips away and his hands return to his pockets. his gaze is stern but curiosity exists in its low light, a sense that he is not angry or distrustful - but he does seek something. despite his surety on what that something is, an altercation isn't the first thing on his mind. ]

I'll let you continue on as you are, but I have a question first. You're not human, are you?

[ quite scenic. in fact, it takes robin a moment to respond as he evaluates their new surroundings. the stairs and lanterns would make this a very picturesque place to take a few more selfies, but the trees add a little too much darkness. a shame, but at this point he's pretty sure subaru has a good sense of what places are good and what are bad for a shot or two; a fine quality to have in most circumstances.

but then? robin freezes once he's left untouched. unlike some sets of rules, there are two fundamental ones that he cannot break. that he shouldn't break. it's unhealthy. also, it would ruin his flawless and pale complexion. no offense to guil or anything... but he's able to make those markings work.

technically... ]

No. [ a nervous laugh, and then he looks around. just in case. ] How could you tell?

[ don't mind the pang of fear he feels in his heart. he's only faced one hunter in his life. ]

[ that he doesn't lie is a good sign. subaru visibly relaxes, though the changes are minuscule. he keeps his distance still, less out of fear or judgment and more out of respect for the fact that he'd just dropped a pretty indelicate bomb on the boy. accounting for his worry over who might be nearby, subaru starts with the less obvious thing: ]

You don't have to say what. I was just curious.

[ odd thing to be curious about? definitely. ]

I suppose you can think of me as something like an exorcist. It's my job to know.

[ he knows. well, he knows something. probably more than robin, which isn't that difficult! sliding his phone back into his sweater, he brings his hands up to his face and gently paps his own cheeks with his palms. no reason to be afraid, no reason to not trust this man--- exorcist or not. if he wanted to take advantage of the situation there he would've already done it. that's what a smart person would do. ]

Exorcists go after ghosts. Right? [ that's what movies and television shows have taught him. ] But I'm not one of those.

[ that's right. he could be a little vague. ]

Uh... so what are you after? Maybe I can help.

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In some cases, yes. My line of work deals with what people would consider the occult. [ ghosts, but also demons, curses, possessions... you know, just spooky things. ] My family has specialized in that for many generations.

[ not that this is exactly broadcast to your average person, so subaru doesn't act as if this is common knowledge. but he figures explaining the basics might help ease whatever discomfort he'd caused. at the very least, he is corporeal and not malignant, so subaru can carry on with his original task.

which was supposed to be not working... ]

Today, I'm not after anything. I was asked to escort you through Kyoto.

You were?

[ actually. okay, that IS a relief. it reminds him of the time spent in europe, where he'd normally have some kind of escort at night? sometimes during the day, depending on what neighborhoods he said he'd go through.

he turns his phone back to its side, looks down at the missed message. taps it, eyes following the words, then opens his mouth in a silent 'o'. ]

Guess I was too busy trying to take pictures... Guil said he hired someone. [ a nervous laugh as he slides the phone back into his pocket. ] ... sorry.

I'm Robin! Seems like he just wants me to get to our next show safely.

[ and then he points. ]

But if we're going that way, we have to stop somewhere first!

[ really, it's not the first job subaru would have thought of for himself either. while he's one of the most knowledgeable about his home city, he's not exactly the flashiest or most outgoing person to act as a guide. but he supposes that's just as well, given that he's supposed to get his charge to his destination safely. kyoto is calm even in the midst of a cultural festival, but its bustle is also easy to get swept up into.

with an incline of his head to denote that yes, he will be starting his job now, he comments in turn: ]

Sumeragi. [ though... given his nationality, he tacks on - ] But Subaru is also fine.

[ dutiful, but not so formal. still, his gaze flicks up curiously at robin, following his line of sight. ]

Where do you want to stop?

Mmm, well.

[ a part of him feels selfish requesting this from someone who should be protecting him. robin's almost positive no one would even try to do this out in the open, where breaking one of the most important rules would be met with an extreme punishment? but anyone who's willing to kill just to kill probably doesn't care about that either.

still. ]

It's a... [ nervously chuckles ] ... candy shop. Um, for sweets. I like having some before I perform.

[ a trait that his twin brother shared with him. ]

I promise it's on the way! Well, it should be. [ a pause as he taps his chin. ] I think. It's supposed to have some of the best tiny cakes. I'm not sure what else to call them.

[ they do be tiny. ]

Do you know where it is?

[ it takes some silent perusing of his memories to pick out which place robin might be talking about. tokyo is a far more recent mainstay for his memories of warm, pleasant bakeries and sweet shops, chinese restaurants, afternoon teas. nowadays, those memories are not so much held in his heart but inflicted upon it, so the presence of familiar, faraway kyoto are somewhat kinder. more removed and so safer to ponder. ]

A sweets shop... [ he hums, departing from the harbor of the stairs with his hands still in pockets. ] I think I recall where one of the more famous ones is.

[ not that he looks like someone who frequents such cute, trendy places.

but hadn't hokuto sung the praises of tiny cakes before...? ]

You're right that it would be on the way. [ he waits for robin to fall into step with him. ] Why sweets?

That's probably it! [ robin giggles, raising his hands up to the sky. ] I'm not saying that the more famous a place is, the better their food is, but...

[ well, he can afford to live a life of luxury. not that he would refuse anyone's kindness or anything free either. ]

... I'm excited to eat it anyway! My twin brother loves them as well. So I thought I'd get half a dozen. Two for me, two for him, and two for you.

[ he takes subaru's hand. he gives it a squeeze, locking his eyes onto the other man's with a mischievous smile. ]

And you can't refuse. It's part of your payment now, okay?

[ now looking ahead, it's plainly clear to him that there are more people than he expected. then again, it's not quite night and not quite day; the hustle and bustle of foot traffic not deterring robin and his lust for sweets before what will probably be a good performance. ]

Wow! I wonder how busy it is at that bakery...

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