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It is what the title says. Have fun, go nuts, and be safe.
Saying Wednesday wasn't paying attention to where they were headed was an understatement. Perhaps the biggest understatement of the century.
The walking biohazard was completely lost in their own world. They were running around wildly, daydreaming about the next form of chaos they could bring about. Every building and alleyway they passed by was a new opportunity—one which branched into about twenty more possibilities. How could they possibly choose where to go next? There were too many options!
Their rapid stream of inspiration was brought to an abrupt stop, however, as they came crashing headfirst into a taller man. They lost their balance with the impact, crashing into Sylas at full force. They had no time to react before the man's lips were planted on theirs. After the initial contact, it took Wednesday a few seconds to fully comprehend what had happened. The moment they did, they quickly hopped up and backed away from Sylas, a grin on their face.
"Sheesh, at least take me to dinner first, big guy!" they joked, cackling at themself.
They wiped their mouth, a few drops of slime left on their hand. The bright green substance bubbled somewhat, trying and failing to corrode their hand. After studying it for a few moments, their cheeky smile suddenly faded to more of a cringe. "Oooh, right. Uh..."
Their words trailed off as they scanned the area with their eyes. They spotted a plastic water bottle on the ground—obviously used, but still half-full. It'd work, wouldn't it? They picked it up and tossed it to Sylas, then continued speaking.
"You're gonna want some of that, pal. It'll neutralize the nasty effects comin' your way. I mean, that was a... messy interaction. I don't exactly want your lips melting off your face or anything, y'know? Not that that wouldn't be an exciting first impression, haha!"
(I’m so sorry in advance Virgil sdghfd)
After Desmond had tried numerous times using his charm to make Virgil give him anything that wasn’t a several-word response, he had to admit, he was getting a little impatient. What was with this guy? He didn’t even give him eye contact most of the time, and that was usually how he got people!
To be honest, he was probably annoying Virgil by constantly poking at him, but he was bored. He would do almost anything or mess with almost everyone when it came to that…
After another unsuccessful 30 minutes that included Desmond annoyingly trailing Virgil out of the bar they were just in while Virgil lit up a cigarette, he was reaching his limit, but didn’t have much to show for it aside from his brow and the corners of his mouth occasionally twitching as he held back his frustration from Virgil’s responses. He was interested in getting to know this guy though, so he deserved a response! At least that’s what he believed in his mind…
“Come on, still not talking? You should be happy that someone like me is talking to you, you know!~ I can make conversations very entertaining.” Desmond gave another sickly sweet smile before he put a hand on Virgil’s shoulder; to which , he immediately turned around to react, probably fed up with him at this point. (understandably so.)
Desmond’s own reflexes weren’t too horrible either, and in the process of retaliating at the same time, he had accidentally caused the both of them to lose their balance. Both men had tumbled to the ground, on the concrete… except, Desmond was underneath Virgil, and while Virgil had caught himself from a horrible landing, the process had resulted in an… awkward position.
It wasn’t long before they both realized that their lips had come together. For a split second Desmond felt his face and body heat up a little because well, unfortunately, kisses were what he was into… until Virgil shoved him aside angrily and started to run off, rambling SOMETHING along the lines of how Des would be dead if he ever saw him again or tried anything like that again…
“Oh, so THAT’S how you really feel! You were just shy, is that it? I'm flattered! Well, I— wait, where the fuck are you going?! You can’t just do that and leave! Get back here-” Desmond raised his voice, wiping his mouth in the process after, but realized that Virgil was already gone.
[ vvv reply! omg candy is so cute!!!! SOBSS ]
"Fuck-" Cursing from the impact, Desmond had been completely knocked on his ass from the impact. He hadn't noticed the boy that had walked into him due to the music he was blasting through his earbuds... he was about to get scramble up and give this person a piece of his mind, until he realized that this person had fallen.. ON TOP of him, and their lips were on his. Before he could react much, Candy had gotten up and started profusely apologizing...
Desmond's frown softened, blushing a little from the kiss as he pulled out an earbud to listen to the cute boy beg for his forgiveness and to spare him. For some reason, this boosted his ego... He decided to get up, before he smiled and firmly patted Candy on the shoulder, to perhaps reassure him... because, the poor guy looked like he would burst out crying if Desmond actually decided to get on him for that. And he didn't want a case of that on his hands... plus, Candy was adorable. He reminded Desmond of someone he used to have a crush on.
"...y'know what, it's fine. I'm not gonna do anything to you, so you can calm down now..." He sighed. "Well, maybe I'll seeya around~" Desmond winked and stuck out his tongue playfully, before he put his earbud back in and kept on his way.
Desmond's frown softened, blushing a little from the kiss as he pulled out an earbud to listen to the cute boy beg for his forgiveness and to spare him. For some reason, this boosted his ego... He decided to get up, before he smiled and firmly patted Candy on the shoulder, to perhaps reassure him... because, the poor guy looked like he would burst out crying if Desmond actually decided to get on him for that. And he didn't want a case of that on his hands... plus, Candy was adorable. He reminded Desmond of someone he used to have a crush on.
"...y'know what, it's fine. I'm not gonna do anything to you, so you can calm down now..." He sighed. "Well, maybe I'll seeya around~" Desmond winked and stuck out his tongue playfully, before he put his earbud back in and kept on his way.
Candy was in such a rush to get to the taxi he hadn’t noticed Desmond. He ran full speed into him and they fall down. Candy landed on top of Desmond and accidentally kissed him. He quickly stood up and his face turned a bright red. “Oh I’m so s-sorry! I didn’t see you there.” His legs shook. Desmond looked very intimidating. He liked similar to a guy who bullied him in high school for wearing skirts. “P-Please don’t hurt me! We can just forget this every h-happened.” He hid his face with his bangs and thrashed his tail…
She was running up to candy, considering she had given him her books on accident at a study session awhile ago and hasn't seen him since...
" hey!! You!!"
She ran closer then she tripped, and landed perfectly enough to kiss candy. She quickly pushed him away and growled alittle
" that didn't mean sh**!"
She took her books and ran away
Lior did manage to catch Jess when she bumped into him, but at what cost? His face turned a dark blue color when the hell hound's lips collided with his, painfully so as their foreheads bumped together shortly after. "I- I- I- I am so sorry..!!" the elf stammered, trying to get her to stand on her own two feet as soon as possible, which resulted in him maybe squeezing her shoulders a little because he wanted to make sure she did not fall over again. What had even happened? There were books on the ground - oh no, the books! At least it was not raining!
He quickly knelt down to collect the scattered literature, hoping he'd not bump into Jess again. "There- there you go-" he mumbled while gently pushing the books into her arms. Oh dear, had he not paid enough attention? Did she not pay enough attention? Gods, he felt bad for even thinking that! It had probably been is fault, it must have been. "Ha-have a nice da-day." Lior blabbered before rushing off. Hopefully he would never run into her again, he felt like dying from embarassment.
(These two are an absolute mess and I love them. XD Also thank you, reading that was wonderful! Writing Lior is just paragraphs of anxiously running in circles in your own head.)
Lior knew a lot of things... stories, at least. About places and deities and spirits and plants... sadly he did not know how to talk to people outside of that, as his rambling made apparent. He noticed En's expression from the corner of his eye but could not look at him directly or else he would forget how to breathe, he was sure of it. And- how could one gesture be so calming yet nerve-racking at the same time?? It was indeed reassuring to hear these words, especially because he was running out of things to say so he just... shut up. Silence was nice, actually, if he had not been afraid his heartbeat would echo through the entire place (it did not).
Anyway! Silence. Silence was good. He enjoyed silence. The elf just kept trying to convince himself, as a distraction of his own. He really did, he was just nervous and being nervous made his head spin and him act stupid.
Even if it did not seem like it at this very moment the awkwardness had indeed gotten less, or at least Lior was comfortable around En, probably too comfortable, as he had established earlier. ...and he was pretty sure En could not actually look like an idiot and if he did it was most definitely endearing. Gods, what even was he thinking... right now he felt like hitting his head against a wall, maybe that would have helped the thought process. Yes, he might just do that instead of paying attention to his surroundings - why would he, he could navigate this place with his eyes closed! That was when he was not distracted. Now he got caught on a root and nearly kissed the ground. Nearly, because something was between him and the ground. Someone was between him and the ground so he kissed him instead. He kissed En instead. He kissed En instead. Oh dear, oh no, could the ground swallow him whole? maybe? possibly? please? Not because of the kiss but because he had made En fall as well. And maybe because of the kiss. It did feel nice though... ...and it felt like it maybe lasted longer than it would have had to. Which he would not complain about.
"You- you hit the ground and you're asking me if I'm okay?" Lior only managed to talk because he was consciously deciding not to let his mind go back to a second ago. 'En's smile is beautiful.' was not a helpful contribution, neither was the fact that his head had probably turned dark blue by now but oh well. "I- I am okay... are you?" he had to make sure, after all. Hopefully the moss had softened the fall a little but it probably still had been uncomfortable at the very least. "Please-please don't trip, I should be able to help you navigate, I- I know this place quite well." ...that excuse went right over his head.
Lior almost started rambling again about how the emphasis was on should and how he should be able to see in the dark 'quite well' and that he actually could make light and maybe should have done that buuut he stopped himself. Or rather, the king's following words did and for once his mind ran straight into a wall.
"I- I did as well..." the elf mumbled. "...like it, I mean. A lot." awkwardly avoiding eye contact would have worked a lot better if they had not landed on the ground but maybe it was for the better that he was lacking the option to hide his face.
You already know what time it is
Replying to the old date post
En was in awe as he gazed around. He'd never been in a place so swollen with nature-- and to think a place like this, an ancient tree growing inside the hallow shell of another, larger tree, could exist! It was as fascinating as it was haunting and beautiful. What kind of deity used to be here, he wondered, and how did Lior know about such a place?
Speaking of which, the king turned his attention to the elf, smiling warmly as the other rambled on about what food and teas were available. "Lior," he said, putting a hand over his. "It's okay. You don't need to force conversation for my sake. As long as you're around, I don't mind whether we're chatting nonstop or sitting in silence." He gave him a reassuring squeeze before looking back at the scenery.
This place was a beautiful distraction, but that's exactly what it was: a distraction. He felt his heart beat like crazy, especially after that stunt he just pulled. Gah, what was he doing, trying to act cool?! He couldn't help it! Lior was so cute like that, he just had to do something!
He let out a soft sigh, praying he wasn't messing things up. His thoughts wandered to what the prince had said earlier, about how he... he liked him, and how he felt. Just thinking about that made his face heat up like crazy, and it took everything in him to resist the urge to grin like an idiot. It was nice knowing he wasn't the only one feeling this way, and he felt like he was getting less awkward around Lior, but there were still plenty of hurdles to hop.
"Lior, why don't we start with that te--" En had turned around just in time to feel lips against his. His eyes widened like saucers, and his hair frizzled in stress. What-What-What?! Kiss?! A kiss?! So suddenly?! Guess he wasn't the only one feeling more relaxed about things! But how should he react? Kiss back? Stay stupefied? All of the above?
Despite all that chaos raging in his mind, there was one repeating line at the back of his head that pulsed through his entire body and gave him a warm, fluttery feeling: He feels warm. It felt like time was slowing down just long enough for him to enjoy this moment, and for a second it was like the entire background turned pink and fuzzy. He felt like he was floating.
... Wait, he kind of was...? No, that wasn't floating... That was--
Falling?!
Realizing why all of this had happened, En instinctively wrapped his arms around Lior's waist and braced himself to hit the ground. He winced slightly when he did, but looked at the elf. "Are you okay?" he asked when he (regretfully) broke the kiss. He gave him a light smile. "It's pretty dark here, so I don't blame you for tripping. I'll probably do the same." There was a pause. "But, if I'm being honest, even if we kissed because of something like that, I liked it. A lot." His smile brightened despite his embarrassed blush.
You can reply to him, his younger self, or his evil self!
This is just great. Fukagawa thought, following behind the king with a slight frown on his face. I thought the last time I saw this guy would be the end of it. But here we are again. His red drapes whizzed around the him in the wind, at least they were outside this time, instead of a palace. The forest was tall and dark, with a thick leaf canopy letting barely any light in. He glanced around he scenery, not listening to the king in front of him. He really didn’t care to listen to the guy.
But he supposed he should at least find out what En was babbling on about, in the case the king asked any questions. He looked back over to the man, OH CRAP! How’d he get in front of me so fast? En was standing ten metres away, looking up at a large oak tree, his mouth was moving but Fukagawa couldn’t hear him!
I can’t let him know I fell behind! Gah! Time to run!
With a quick pace, Fukagawa jogged over, his feet barely touching the ground, and he made no sound. A trick an old friend had taught him; how to move with the wind, and not be heard. He smiled, exposing sharp fangs once he reached the king, who was talking about some significance of the tree, maybe something to do with druids? It doesn’t matter, Fukagawa had successfully creeped up on the king. Which gave him a sense of victory. I win, hhahahh, I win, at last, you lose! I win!
He was boasting to himself, grinning profusely at his so called victory, when he was knocked off balance. Whats this sensation? I’m… falling? He caught himself with step back. Not today! No way, ME? The great Fukagawa, fall? In front of En? Definitely not, I couldn’t even be capable of embarrassing myself like that.
Wait… there’s something else here… warmth? He focused his gaze, a pair of stony wide eyes met his, only centimetres away. Why is he so close..? Fukagawa tried to open his mouth to tell En off, when he realized…
WHAT THE HELL? A KISS? ME? HIM? OH NO NO NO NO-
He pushed the king off of him, taking more quick steps back, they were unbalanced in his high shoes and he almost tripped himself in his shock. “LITARI!” He bellowed at the king. “WHY THE HE-“ the king took an unsteady step forward, catching himself... Like he had fallen… “OH-“ He fell… He turned and stepped into me and… it wasn’t intentional. And now I made it a whole ordealllllll…
Fukagawa crouched to the ground, grasping his horns in his hands and shook his head violently in disbelief. I can’t believe this! He bit his bottom lip, a layer of pink resting on his cheeks in embarrassment. This is he worstttt, oh no. How am I supposed to deal with this? It’s over, my reputation, my life, someone tell Kanagawa that I- ughhhhhhhh.
(I chose Old Yvette since her and Cerys are around the same age.)
Cerys might've laughed at the other woman's misfortune of slipping on the ice, if she wasn't right in the path of Yvette's sliding trajectory. The mage scientist feels the air leaving her lungs as she's slammed into, the force of the collision far more disorienting than she ever would have expected. The two topple gracelessly onto the wet, icy ground, the mage's wooden cane clattering to the ground and the folder of papers having gone entirely flying in the resulting event.
The first thing she's aware of is a distinct weight on her chest, enough to pin one of her hands underneath her. Her red eyes blinking clear the stunned expression they wore in the moments after the collision. All at once, her gaze narrows, realizing just what occurred... and the kiss that was still occurring. Cerys pulls back the best she can from where she's underneath Yvette's, and using a free, white-gloved hand, she pushes the other woman's face away from her, a look of distress clear on her face. "G-get off of me! You've pinned me down! You...you... UGH! Just move!" She groans in pain, surprised at how hard she'd hit the ground. Her face is beet red, and she seems unable to come up with an insult in her fuming. True, it was not the first time she'd slipped on the ice, as her limp made that a frequent occurrence. But she'd never had that bad of a fall.
As Yvette rights herself, Cerys sits up, looking frustratedly from Yvette to her scattered belongings. Swiping her cane first, she violently jabs it in Yvette's direction "You! Learn to take better care on the ice! You're making your clumsiness a problem for everyone else!" It's pretty clear that the woman is only snapping at Yvette because of embarrassment if her still red cheeks were any indication. Still, Cerys clambers to her feet, struggling a little with her cane before righting herself entirely with a scowl, and beginning to collect her papers before storming off, muttering about clumsy strangers and surprise kisses.
Her boot slips one last time, the mage luckily catching herself long enough to make eye contact with Yvette, giving her a withering glare before disappearing around the corner entirely.
(You’re all Good! This was hilarious and I just know Cerys would be insanely embarrassed, especially with his teasing!)
Argus had been blinded for a moment by car headlights as he walked alone at night. He rubbed his eyes and wandered around confused about where he was. He hadn’t noticed that he was about to bump into a big rock. “Ugh!” Exclaimed Argus as he bumped into the rock and stumbled. He lost his balance and landed on top of Mateus. Argus’s metal mouth brushed Mateus’s on accident as he stumbled to stand up. He shuddered. It had been a while since he felt physical contact with someone. Argus rejected Mateus’s offer to help him up. Without even apologizing, Argus stood up swiftly and walked off. His eye lenses had been fixed during his stumble.
What a weird chain of events, but whatever happened. It somehow had Argus' metalic mouth hit Shadow Boss' shadow mouth. The shadow boss literally back hands Argus. Enough force for him to hit the floor. "AH! Keep them dinosaur jaws off me!" As he spit several spits. "I swear if those had been dragon lips, I oughtta send my demon after you!" Shaking his fist at him. It wasn't long before Shadow Boss felt bad for the poor thing. I mean... He didn't see where he was going. Was dressing all extra dapper and everything. With his little red bow tie. And it wasn't like he was human. Just an innocent object. Shadow Boss likes living objects. Awe.. How adorable... Just an cute lil innocent gator is all... The guy had no malice intent. "You better not be one of those dragon..." Shadow Boss picks up Argus from the ground and pats him down. Then aggressively hugs him tightly. Petting his bald shiny metal head. "Shhh...... JUST SHUSH.... My little innocent creature..." Then lets go of him. "Go on now creature. Go find what makes you happy."
Shadow Boss winks. "Don't pretend you didn't like it missy. Plenty more where that came from."