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It is what the title says. Have fun, go nuts, and be safe.
Akemi would be the first to say people falling over him to kiss him was not a common occurrence.. and he doubted it would be even less so literally....Translation; this was the first time it had ever happened. They had never met before Akemi Had really been minding his own business walking home from his daycare job and taking the shortcut he usually took which was as usual devoid of most people when he noticed a man looking like he was about to collapse on the pavement in front of him.Â
On closer inspection, it appeared he was? Crying? Which lead Akemi to wonder if maybe the man was having a sort of panic attack. Either way the Man fell forward and Akemi Rushed to meet him unprepared for how HEAVY the slender male was when he had appeared to be light and tumbled down with him in the tumble somehow their lips met for a rather brief but obvious meet of the lips that was clearly more a head bang to Akemi then anything else. Luckily Akemi had the social grace to not vocally voice his discomfort instead moving his body to get the other and himself up into a sitting position.Â
"Hey, can you hear me? Are you alright?" He was obviously concerned with no response and worried the other had worked himself into unconsciousness if he really was having a panic attack. "If you're aware could you do some breathing exercises with me?" Â Akemi Heard some footsteps coming down the Alley and used his own body as a shield between himself and the person walking down the alley. He knew he never appreciated people seeing him when he was distressed especially not in the midst of a panic attack.Â
For a second, Terry hadn't even registered what had happened. He was so exhausted from looking after his class that he was starting to see hallucinations. In fact, that was the whole reason any of this had started in the first place. Good ole Akemi here had seen how heavy those rings around his eyes were and sat him down to look at him for medicine. He vaguely remembered being asked something, then he must've dozed off-- and by dozing off, he must've fell down and right against Akemi. Next thing he knew, he was awake again with the poor guy's face red, only thing redder being the bump on his face from impact.
"Well, thanks for trying," Terry yawned, still unaware of what he'd done. Even if he had, he probably would be too tired to feel bad. The kid had to know there wasn't anything beyond a mistake, he was smart like that.
Terry got up and stretched. Even a five second nap like that was enough to give him some kind of reboot in the system. "This is nothing some sleep can't handle. I've got enough strength to go back home now. Thanks." Another yawn and he was off.
   "These kids are absolute monsters when they're back from the break," grumbled a delirious Terry. He had one hand on his head and the other feeling for things around him so he didn't topple over. Normally they were rascals, but it was like they came out of hibernation after winter break! So used to staying up all night and doing nothing but playing around, now they were expected to sit still while he went over times tables. Of course it wouldn't be easy. God, he hadn't slept in the past three days and he was feeling it.
   It finally happened. The exhaustion won. Terry collapsed, barely registering someone in front of him and barely registering her taking off at lightning speed. He stood and wobbled for a second as Mine ran, then faceplanted to the ground.
Revive!!!))
Terry, Mine remembered Terry. Â He was that man who had been quite ill and fell asleep on her some time ago. Â It would seem that poor Terry was sick....again! Mine's eyes shift to a more sympathetic gaze at the teacher, the goblin wrangler. Â She couldn't fathom getting sick so often, yet the trait did remind her of her little brother, perhaps that's why the woman felt so inclined to help those with a more sickly...health. Â
"Oh, Mr. Lovejoy- you don't look so well." Her voice is filled with worry, even if she barely knew the man before her, still she offers a helping hand- literally. Â Her hand is reaching up to touch his head, but she shifts her body a little too forward and oh no- it looks as if Terry's balance is still suffering from being sick. Â
She doesn't know how it happens, all Mine knows is that there are currently lips- on her lips. Â It's awkward, and Mine pushes back the desire to shove him off in her surprise- as she knew her strength could send the poor man flying. Â Instead, she places her hand on his forehead, pushing his head back a bit, and healing him from his ailments as she does. Â
"W-well! I hope you feel better soon-!" Her voice, in her flustered state, is a shrill, squeaky tone. Â Mine's body is rigid, and she forces out a nervous laugh in an attempt to 'play it cool'...she's failing miserably. Â Looks like there was only one option ahead of her...run!!!!
"Bye!" The woman, face as red as can be turns on her heels, and absolutely power walks her way out of there. Â She didn't think the kiss romantic in nature at all- it was just a lot to take in.Â
Aevor was walking through the markets, holding the lead of his horse as he was browsing through some stuff to bring back on his trips. Mostly some ingrediants that could be useful, some knick knacks. Maybe he should check a local black smith to fix a few of his blades? Eh, he'd think of that a little later. He went back to his way, pulling the reigns as he walked through the city, and as he was about to make a turn, a girl bumped on him. He fell on his back and somehow, their lips met one on the other, it took a few seconds for him to realize what had just happened as he was staring at her with eyes wide opened, it was almost as if he was sweating and the two ended up becoming red like a tomato.
After a few long awkward seconds as the two had realized what just happened and Four had gotten off, Aevor stayed there, now getting a better view of her face and his face became 50 shades of red. She was... Terribly cute. And as many would know, Aevor was awkward around girls, he did not know how to interact with them when he found them cute. So instead of talking like a normal decent person, he fumbled in his speech "OH UH- I'M... WELL.." And it continued with more incoherent words.
The elves head shifted toward his horse as he could hear his horse neigh, which almost felt like he was laughing and his voice cracked as he spoke up "SHUT UP!" before realizing his voice cracked, so awkward! He immediately got back up, trying his best to apologize, but as soon as he got up, he felt light and boom, fell unconscious on the ground.
How did he even get here? To this place? To this moment? What is even happening?Â
His hair covered his wide eyes while his hands clenched shut around the fabric and arms he was momentarily free of. The blush creeped onto his cheeks, where the lighter skin patches are became a lot pinker than the red of his normal skintone. He was asleep for a few minutes in his own bed, in his own home, in his own town before waking up near a kingdom, and now he had tripped, and accidentally taken a stranger down with him. However, taking the stranger with him caused quite the surprise. The stranger on top of him fell in such a way that they had locked lips. His heart pounded, and his antanne were gently bouncing up and down, reading the atmosphere, readying for whatever may happen next in this situation, and quickly sensing a mighty beast near him(Aevor's horse!). his body ached from how hard he had fallen, but he was too focused on the stranger before him. He quickly pulled his face away from the man, and laughed loudly, and suddenly. He was extremely nervous, and winded. after gently trying to nudge the man off him, he hid his very obvious antanne in his hair as a comfort thing instead of trying to actually hide them. He held them down as if they would be ripped off his head for this. Paris shook, and began begging the man before him for forgiveness. (He is but a lil gay man, he means no harm other than his usual eating bone marrow)
VV OMFG YES YES YES *nibbles happily on crunchy writing and this amazing interaction* this is wonderful,,, TYSM,,, this is very yes,,, ofc Paris would love that,, and knowing him, he would also teach him whatever he wanted to know to help with his own bar,,, Paris DOSENT care about money,,, he just wants people to have fun,, and maybe go to the little bakery he keeps on about uvu(if you ever feel up to it, feel free to dm me on here for like a discord tag or something and we can rp!)
The knightâs posture remains stiff and formal, even as she walks somewhat more casually down city alleys and through the thinning crowds of the evening. She often got stuck with these patrols, what with her ability to not need a torch like the others did made her a useful option. Thatâs at least what her superiors believed.
Regardless, Illanya didnât terribly mind it. It was preferable to the midday patrols that tend to get hot under all the uniforms and armor. Even with the gentle flickering glow in her irises, her gaze isnât able to catch everything.
Specifically, she does not see Phoebe barreling towards her. Both parties as distracted enough not to see the other, and as such when they  inevitably collide, itâs a rather painful thing. Armor clatters loudly, and the knight and soldier falling backwards together.
Illanya feels Phoebeâs face collide with her own, lips touching⊠or rather hitting each other harshly. Itâs far from a pleasant thing, and embarrassment is the farthest thing from the knightâs mind as pain explodes across her face, eyes already starting to water from where she lays.
Two gauntleted hands grab Phoebe by the shoulders, lifting the smaller soldier away from the knight. Once her lips and face are free from the other Illanya lets a hand immediately fly to her nose, blood already starting to trickle down from both nostrils and to her mouth.
âAugh! Oh gods, are you okay?â The knight asks, her voice somewhat odd sounding from where sheâs holding her nose. Through teary eyes, the knight looks Phoebe up and down, sitting up and helping the other off her body.
She eventually would reach for Phoebeâs face slowly, grimacing. âAh thatâs going to be a nasty goose egg. Here, may I fix it?â
The knight asks, but doesnât wait long to reach out and touch the spot on the otherâs head, a warm energy spreading from where her fingertips touch. Itâs as she does this, that her muddled brain finally realizes what exactly had just happened, and her face goes red.Â
âI uh⊠am glad you didnât get the worst of it⊠letâs just uh⊠pretend that we ran into some burglars or somethin, right?â
(I'm losing my shit omggg, just so you're aware, I was like. "Oh well, my dear D&D character, why don't we consult the dice just for shits and giggles." AND WHEN I TELL YOU THIS WOMAN ROLLED A NATURAL ONE. Good lord, Illanya you're hopeless. Ren smh, what are you doing to my pally there 
)
There is a flinch when Ren lays his hand on Illanyaâs shoulder, a small jump as sheâs tugged from the barely dozing rest she was getting. The kind where one wakes and gets just close enough to sleep without ever getting the rest she needs. She reaches up and runs a hand down her face, groaning.
There was no possible way Illanya was going to get any level of rest with Ren next to her, and idly she wonders if sleeping on the floor would have at least let her sleep a little better. At least she wouldnât have had to deal with Ren being so close. Her mind had raced through the majority of the night, jumbled with thoughts and feelings that she did not quite want to have to deal with when resting in bed with someone else. Particularly Ren of all people.
Ultimately she knows heâs right. She has to get up for the day's patrol, though she already knows the rest of the days activities would be anything but pleasant with how little rest she had gotten.
Still, she has to go, that much is certain to her, so she moves, squinting and blinking blearily, as exhaustion threatens to pull her down.
In hindsight, she really should have gotten up, and walked to where her clothing lay on the other side of the bed, instead of clambering over the man sheâs sharing a bed with.
It happens in an instant, her arm losing just enough circulation from where sheâd likely laid on it and giving out. Illanya freezes, blinking rapidly as her exhausted brain starts to catch up, realizing just where sheâd landed and what exactly was happening a few moments after.
Her face blazes even redder than ever before, as coherence makes her realize who sheâs pressed against, and who exactly her lips are locked with. Something does flicker across Illanyaâs face for a moment, a golden light in a peculiar pattern. She was too flustered by what had just happened to try and hide it.
Gods, she can feel him chuckle against her own lips and wrap his arms tighter around her torso, and while she does tense slightly as he does so, she doesnât try to pull herself away. Illanya wasnât sure just what she wanted to do, the jumbled emotions and thoughts of the night prior paling in comparison to what was running through her mind now.
His question, his suggestion, received through a sleep-deprived mind is enough to get her to fold. Somewhere deep within her, Illanya knows that she shouldnât waste any more time here, but that is ignored. She was tired, exhausted even. Who could blame her for allowing this one thing? Illanya lets herself relax, easing into the otherâs warm embrace.Â
She doesnât reply, at least not with her voice, instead returning the kiss with a bit of boldness mixed with her continued fluster. Illanya wouldnât have possessed the kind of nerve to be so forward, but sleep deprivation apparently did wonders for that.
Whoops.
(ASJALHDKD things do be happening Ehehe :3c. Gosh that follow up to a follow up was so good aoughhhh đ)