Kiss Meme

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KISSING MEME

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Whether someone poisoned the water supply with love potion number 9 or there's something in the fog that induces it, love is in the air. Along with a need to show your affection to those around you. Whether it be a kiss on the hand, a kiss on the cheek or forehead, lip locking, kisses that leave you both breathless or kisses that leave you both wanting to punch the other. It doesn't matter. You need to plant your lips on someone else. So pucker up and get in there, Champ! (Hugs are acceptable form of currency, as well).

1: comment with your character and preferences.
(platonic kisses only, etc).
2: you're kissing.
3: reply to others.
4: live, laugh, kiss kiss fall in love.

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BRACE YERSELF, YO!

[Ever wonder what it's like to be tackled by a 4 foot 11 inch muscular rodent boy? Well, todays your lucky day, Phil Conners cause Beat does just that, colliding with the goblin's back like he threw himself and dangling there a little. Enjoy your hug.]

[6am]

Oh Jesus-!

[Luckily, Phil is over a foot taller than Beat. The bad news however is that even as a monster, strength isn't really his strong suit. Phil stumbles and has to use wind magic to keep him from completely face planting.]

Dear god Beat, warn a guy before you outright maul him. What was that for, anyway?

[He doesn't sound angry, just a little confused and flustered A part of him wants to make a comment about how he's not young enough to handle, but...

Yeah Beat would never let him live that statement down.]

[soundsurfing]

[Beat would turn that hug right into a suplex if he made that statement. Instead the pooka snorts, amused.]

What, you ain' never given someone a hug jus' to give 'em a hug? Friendly affection!

[And he tightens his grip to keep Phil in the hug, a nice warm fuzzy one.]

[6am]

[Phil groans as he begins to slump over from the weight, debating if it would be too much to just flop to the ground.]

Ugh you're killing me, Beat. You're killing your own boss.

[He's being overly dramatic because he does deeply care about Beat.]

[soundsurfing]

Fo' real? My master plan finally comin' up, yo. Soon the station will be mine an' I'll play nothin' but... yo what music you hate the most? I'll play that. Nothin' but that.

[If Phil thinks the slow slumping will make Beat let go, he's wrong. Instead the squirrel clings tighter, trying to keep from slipping but also keep the hug warm and affectionate.

Phil needs it.]