The OC above you accidentally kissed your OC

^ (i'm so glad it was okay!! Solita has never wanted to disappear more   and oh my gosh yeah, i'd love to link them up!)

^ (my creativity is limited atm bc it's 5am but i hope this is okay lol) 

Today was a good day for a walk. The warm rays of the sun beat down onto Solita’s back, accompanied by a breeze that blew dark midnight hair into her face. The sound of birdsong floated through the air around her, and there was not a cloud to be seen in the sky. The sound of the rustling leaves was calming, sending a wave of peace through Solita. 

Although Solita wanted to take her time to enjoy the fresh air, she was in quite the rush. She had already stalled earlier that morning, causing her to be late in her schedule. Luckily Caphriel hadn’t been quite active at that point, but if she lingered around again, she knew she wouldn’t be so fortunate. So now she walked as quickly along the sidewalk as she possibly could without running, her arms crossed tightly over herself. She knew she probably looked a little odd rushing around the way she did, but she didn't particularly care. It was better than whatever Caphriel might have in store for her. 

Taking a sharp corner around a building, she immediately collided into another taller figure. The force of the collision alone was enough to send them both toppling over; the fall allowed her to get a split-second view of who she’d bumped into before she felt her lips roughly pressing into his. For a moment she was stunned, unable to move with her lips pressed up against his. Once the full gravity of what had just happened sank in, she quickly scrambled off of the handsome man. A faint red blush was starting to bloom across her cheeks, and she nearly choked on her breath as she sharply inhaled. 

“You?!” Vivid memories of the last time that she'd seen Ren began to flood into her head, only worsening her blush. Absentmindedly and without her realizing it, her dainty hands reached up and slowly rubbed her throat. She never thought she'd see him again after that, and she had almost been hoping that would have been the case as well. She would have been perfectly fine not coming into contact with him ever again. Yet here she was, and she'd just kissed him, albeit accidentally. The kiss having been accidental almost made it even worse to her, and she could feel her face heating up more still the longer that she thought about it. 

Turning away from him she sucked another sharp breath in through her teeth. It was nearly impossible for her to stay composed after that just happened. Of all people, it just had to be Ren. She had never been so close to wanting to curl up in her bed and yell into a pillow. Oh god. This was terrible. This was worse than any of the other times they'd seen one another. It took her a long moment for her to regain some semblance of composure, and she peered over her shoulder and at Ren with wide, dark eyes. 

"I'm-" She cleared her throat and swallowed thickly, turning her body around so that she was fully facing Ren. "I'm... sorry. I was in a rush and I - I should have been watching where I was going. I'm really, really sorry for that." She dipped her head slightly, more an attempt to hide her face from him than anything else. This was more awkward than she thought it would be. If they really had to see each other again, why did it have to be like this? "Are you okay at least? I'm really sorry about that..." 

The embarrassment never ended for her, did it? 

_{I went for an accidental kiss on the cheek 👍}

Nathaniel strode down the halls of the castle. Oh, how out of place he was. Like a crack in a porcelain vase, like a scratch in the canvas of a painting. Noticeable, and unwelcome.
Nathaniel had only one goal in mind, a meeting with the faux king. No matter what it took. They had a similar interest. One, Nathaniel was dying to discuss.

So he moved, blindly, through the man’s castle. Not caring for the servants that passed him. Not batting them an eye. That was also the reason why Nathaniel did not notice that a door next to him opened. He managed to dodge the door just in time. But he couldn’t say the same about the person that walked through it. Their shoulders collided, Solita’s elbow found Nathaniel’s side and Nathaniel’s arm found her shoulder. In their struggle, Nathaniel could feel the other’s entire face press awkwardly against his cheek. They stepped away from each other and, bewildered, he looked at Solita. He stared. Frowned. His eyebrows raised.- _{There was something about her, that Nathaniel couldn’t lay his finger on.}- And he had needed a few seconds to press his face into its familiar usual happy expression. “Oh, pardon me, madam,” he said. Words he strengthened by making a half bow towards the servent. “I did not see you there.”

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Np: feel free to interact with these characters: Leika (21) , Roswell (52) , Noboru (27) or Nate (IC)

V SCREAMING YELLING cryin

(I had to, look i HAD to)

     A drunk blush lit Roy's face up like the fires warming Nate's bar. He barked a laugh and lazily held up his cup. "What'sss is this schtuff, Nate? It'ssssssoo GOOD! Gre-- ah, great stuff!" He finished off this cup, making it the sixth one, and slumped against the counter with a satisfied sigh. Good beer, Hot Pockets, and good laughs. This was the life. This was what those, 'Live, Laugh, Love' signs must be all about. And it was all because of Nate. He'd have to get him one of those signs for his bar.

     "Y'know... yer a goddamn man, Nate. Ya-- Y'know that??" Roy slurred, waving his drink around once again. Now if that wasn't a sign that he needed to go home, nothing was. Maybe that's what Nate was thinking to try to get Roy off his seat, or maybe he was scaring off the customers, maybe it was something else entirely. The king had no idea. He hadn't even realized Nate wasn't across the counter anymore. If he weren't drunk he would have felt embarrassed for talking to thin air all along, but instead he snickered.

      "I don' wanna leave yet," he burped, wriggling around in the fisherman's grip. "I gotta keep telling ya about you being a MAN! Beccccause it's true! 's true!! Yer so strong and-- uh... cool! I gotta be jus like you." All the wiggling and crazy talk must have made Roy more slippery than an eel, because what should have been a friendly guiding to the taxi ended up looking like a kiss straight out of a romcom movie.

     Dull, purple eyes momentarily brightened up as Roy was granted a second of sobriety to understand his situation. Oh huh. He was kissing... Nate. Had they always been like that together? He grabbed the man's arms and pulled himself free mainly for air, though now he wasn't sure if the blush was from drinking or...
     Alcohol seeped back into Roy's mind. A kiss, huh? Normally he'd have freaked out and ran off in humiliation, but... You know, it wasn't so bad. It was like a normal kiss, just a little ticklish from the beard and the teeth.

     Then even more alcohol hit Roy. "Hey, let'ss try that again," he mumbled, slapping a hand on either side of Nate's head and pulling him in for another kiss.

(Ladies and gentlemen... we got him)

Rodeo was on a walk, his team didn’t have anything to do that day so why not. He’d had taken off his respirator just for a second not thinking too much of it, he did still have his goggles and that was good enough for the moment. Something had gotten caught in one of the filters, blocking it. He carefully fiddled with it trying to get whatever had gotten caught out. It wasn’t budging, how the hell did something get that stuck anyway? He wasn’t paying too much attention, completely fixated on his respirator, as he mindlessly kept walking on. The park was empty, or at least that was what Rodeo initially thought. There was one woman there, Esri. Rodeo kept walking until his foot caught on a rock, knocking him forwards. The respirator flew out of his hands and clattered to the ground, hopefully it wasn’t broken he wasn’t about to ask to get it fixed again. Quickly trying to catch himself Rodeo grabbed onto Esri, unfortunately for both of them their lips happened to meet. Once Rodeo regained his balance he quickly bounced back from the moth.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t see you I- I-“ His face was bright red as he snatched his respirator off the ground. “I didn’t mean to do that, are you okay?” He asked. Rodeo shook the dirt of the mask and yanked whatever what stuck in the filter out, anxiously strapping it back on. He coughed a bit, obviously shaking the mask wasn’t enough but it was too late now. “I should probably just go, have a nice day.” 

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@ NP Don’t feel pressured to come up with a reason why Rodeo would have his respirator mask off or anything, it can just be off for convenience 

John could've sworn he'd been standing in this line for literal decades. In his favorite boba shop there was a new drink that had came out. He wanted to get it before he went off hunting, but alas, the line was already pretty long and would only get progressively longer. An irritated,  long sigh blew from his mouth and he was conflicted weather to stay or leave. "This is a waste of my time..." me mumbled under his breath.

Eventually he just decided to leave. The drink was still probably going to be available tomorrow, unless they unfortunately run out of ingredients to make it. Of course something like that would happen to me. I wouldn't be suprised, he thought. Turning his heel quickly, he accidentally slammed his face into another person's. Not only that, but their lips also touched. Immediately he wiped his mouth out of shock. "Sorry about that," he said, feeling embarrassed. He blamed that stupid rope to keep people from coming in line on his mistake. John just wanted to slip past everyone and never look that man in the eye again. That was embarrassing

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John is still iffy on romantic relationships lol. So he might seem irritated or disgusted

     Smiley leaned against dented metal rod in his hands like a cane as he observed the scene. That person he played keep-away with, that wasn't human. The blood was green. Such unusual smiley faces they made, but they were smiley faces nonetheless. And they were beautiful.

     Hearing approaching footsteps, he turned his head to see a much more colorful person stumble upon the art. The man seemed irritated. "Were you looking for this person? :)" Smiley asked him. "Isn't she so happy? :) These smiles are so, so colorful. :) I like them quite a bit. Don't you like them quite a bit? :)"
     Suddenly the man was at Smiley's face, yelling something. A hunt? Yokai? He wasn't sure if he was hearing right, and he didn't particularly care.

     In the middle of all the yelling, whether by accident or on purpose, the rod Smiley leaned against was kicked out of his hands and he fell forward, right into John. His paper bag crinkled from the contact, and had it not been for it both of them would have shared one hell of an awkward kiss.
     Smiley recovered himself and straightened his bag with a light laugh, "How interesting, how interesting! :) I like your energy, friend. We should play tag! :) Wouldn't that be fun? I think it'd be fun. :)"

"hey Henry you drunk?" she asks Henry that sits beside her at the bar, they were on a date [?] well more like Valda that takes him on a drink at the bar, well now that is her problem if he is drunk.

she pats his back "You should stop drinking" she sighed and takes his glass away from him, the man immediately sit up straight and try to take the drink that she take claiming that he is not drunk she tries to stop him from getting his glass "Your drunk, stop drinking!" she raises her voice a bit, Henry finally gave up and she sighed "let's take you home, can you walk by your own?".

she helped him walk by putting his arm around her shoulder "C'mon Henry, you move your leg. you should be ashamed a girl helps you walk this should the other way around" She looked at him "oi...Henry" she make sure that he was on his leg, then someone accidentally stumbled upon him, lose his balance toward her and accidentally kiss her on the lip, Valda immediately let go of Henry arm that supports him on her shoulder then he fell to the ground face down, Valda is freeze for a second and think what just happen to her, she just got kissed KISS!, she still in shock and get back on track she looks at Henry that laying on the ground "ah Henry I'm sorry" she help him

(well I try my best and use my last brain cell to make this due to my brain is in resting mode :v)

Martell dragged his feet, shuffling towards there pharmacy nearby, taking his sweet time. He truly despised taking painkillers, so he thought he could buy some to simply show Liliana and get her to shut up… Then offer them to a coworker, of course. He sighed, having zoned out a little as he entered the store, sifting through the cheapest bottle of pills. Both unknowing about how each were at the turn of the corner, Martell and the other woman crash into each other, her face mushed against his. 

Her lips nearly touched his, causing him to crook his into an anxious frown as he flinched and finally stood up straight. The woman composed herself, almost taken aback by the potent smell of booze and cigarette smoke which arose from Martell. He stared down at the woman, who was obviously jostled by the sudden contact, she was notably shorter than him and had her face framed by her dark lustrous hair, tipped by a vibrant purple which he would’ve never anticipated. Unafraid to make eye contact, the investigator just stared at her intently with a somewhat blank yet hopeful expression. “… Was that an invitation?” He then flashed her a smile as if not knowing what else to do in the situation.

She obviously wasn’t endeared, or even tolerant of him or his brainless little comment, flustered and upset she just squeezed past him. He clenched his bottle of painkillers his other hand over his face, then his mouth as if he were suddenly irked by the occurrence. Shaking it off, he headed through the exit just to get yelled at, this was the third time he forgot to pay for something in there.

vvv You're kidding me... this bitch would nearly shit himself habahah this was a super nice read!! I feel so bad for Isolde...

     Impressively, even when songs were written around En's inability to sing, he someone still managed to get it wrong. Like a thumbprint, every vocal rasp from him was unique. If adapting a song wasn't working, then the next best thing was to get back on track with teaching him how to hold a tone.

     In order to properly sing, one needs a proper warm-up. They must have worked on the very first part of the warm-up for about two hours now, trying to get En to hold a note to the phrase "do" for as long as his lungs would allow. Although he had a good lung capacity from constant exercise, he kept varying how much energy he put into the note. Someway, somehow, even though it was held for an indefinite amount of time, he still managed to rush it!

     Eventually, they both needed a break, more so En, who'd gotten so dizzy that he accidentally knocked down his music. He was told to not worry about it and only rest, but chivalry wouldn't allow it. He moved and reached for it, and his sluggish movements combined with Isolde's quick, elegant ones collided spectacularly: in an indirect kiss.

     En's eyes widened like saucers and he must have jumped three feet back. "I'm sorry!" he barked, face bright red. "I didn't mean to! I-I didn't even see you! I--" He covered his mouth suddenly. He'd... He'd never really thought about romance before. He never was too interested to pursue anything. Even the times Allegro subtly tried to match him with someone, he ended up only seeing people as friends.

     That was his first kiss.

     With his music teacher! With his brother's girlfriend!
     And the worst part was...

     It felt nice.

     His face turned yet another shade of red. "S-Sorry, can we have a lesson another time?" he called out halfway out the door.

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