week 05, wednesday, 8PM-???

[hopefragment]

[What's up it's sleepover time. Feel free to assume that if you're a teenager (or Poland, or Urashima), that Hinata extended an invitation to hang out with him and Roxy and whoever else wants to come for a sleepover. No obvious weapons will be allowed, and if anyone shows up with one that he can see, he'll politely ask that they leave their weapon in their room and come back.

No Glitter Allowed other than what's invariably trapped in their clothes (and Hinata's hair).

He's been gathering things all afternoon to try to make it a nice party with absolutely no murder involved. He stole a good amount of snacks, drinks, and candy from the general store and kitchen, as well as some paper and pencils from the police station. He'd even made a trip into the schoolhouse for construction paper, though he hadn't spent long in there. Unfortunately there's not much available in the way of games, so he's hoping they can do things that are mostly verbal or don't require props. Charades...?

One thing of note is that it's a good idea to take your shoes off when you come in! Through the afternoon, he's been dragging mattresses and bedspread from both Alisha's and Poland's room to spread all as many as will fit end to end, creating a massive comfy place to sit and invariably crash. His own bedframes and box springs have been kind of awkwardly shoved against the wall beneath the window, the rest of the furniture moved against the walls to allow space.]

[feel free to use this post as a general mingle! make toplevels, threadjack, you know the drill. if you need me for anything, feel free to ping me @ blutundeisen]

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[symbologic]

[.3 seconds is about as long as that bump of a kiss lasted. Truly, Alisha didn't miss much...in more ways than one. Because, really, Hinata, that was just a little bit sad.]

[But now it's Faize's turn to spin the thing and as luck(?) would have it, it lands on the one person in the room that he actually does want to kiss. And yet...why does his heart seem like it's both racing and stopping at the same time? That shouldn't even be possible. And yet, here we are.]

[For a few moments, he just stares at the bottle, cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.Is he even breathing? No he's not. But he'll remember to do that in a minute, once he actually looks up at Alisha and notices that she's not actually paying attention.]

Um...Alisha?

[princessantly]

...! Yes!

[ Yes, she was totally paying attention, she totally knows why Faize is saying her name and not still engaged in a passionate liplock with Hinata-- except no, she's both startled and uncomprehending, until she looks down at the bottle.

... Oh. ]

Ah, it's... our turn...?

[ She said that surprisingly steadily, but it hasn't really sunk in yet. ]

[symbologic]

[It was the least passionate liplock. A mere "nice", and that was said graciously. He didn't want to hurt Hinata's feelings...]

S-so it would seem, yes. [Why does he feel like both the luckiest and unluckiest guy in the world right now? Shouldn't it just be the former? He takes a deep breath, trying to will the color out of his cheeks as he gets to his feet and moves over to kneel down in front of Alisha. The attempt is more or less a failure, he's still pretty pink once they're face-to-face.] ...are you...certain you're alright with this?

[princessantly]

[ Is she okay with kissing Faize? There are certainly worse fates, and if Alisha had to be completely honest with herself, she could admit it was actually a pretty appealing thought.

... Maybe not in front of so many people, and when she dares to meet his eyes, it's her turn to be pinker than he's probably ever seen her. ]

If you're fine with me...

[ AND THE MANY PEOPLE IN THE ROOM. ]

[symbologic]

[He's going to have a goddamn heart attack before the night is over, he's sure of it. Especially if they keep playing weird Earth kissing games. Sorry if you end up getting executed for murder via doki, Alisha. You're just too cute and he can't deal.]

[For once, his words are failing him. So all he can do to confirm that it's fine is nod mutely. And then he starts to lean in, slowly...]

[He's gonna do it. He's gonna kiss the girl. Right on the lips. It's gonna be gre-- nope. No he's not. Their lips are mere inches apart before Faize changes his mind and presses a kiss to her cheek instead. At least it's an actual kiss though, not a weird lip bump. It definitely had some pucker to it like a proper kiss should.]

[When he pulls back, his face is nearly as red as it was Sunday night. And not just his cheeks, even. Without his ear cuffs on, it's clear that the blush extends all the way to the tips of his ears as well. Perhaps we've found the real reason for the cuffs.]

........

[Should he apologize for that? He feels vaguely as though he should apologize for that but instead he just stares resolutely at a pile of glitter on the mattress near Alisha's foot. Wow. Look at that glitter. Amazing.]

[princessantly]

[ It's a good thing Hinata didn't decide to throw a sleepover when Team Pride was having horrendous chest pains, because with how hard her heart is slamming against her rib cage right now, Alisha's fairly certain she would have passed out completely. Which is silly, she tries to reason with herself, because even if she could have sworn their breaths were mingling, in the end... a kiss on the cheek was how he'd chosen to go.

Which she's aware is a 'copout', but she wonders about it, if she'd somehow done something wrong, even with the heat in her cheeks flaring higher. If he'd actually-- if they'd--

(How do people play this game, she feels like she's already hit her limit with just this--)

Alisha finally remembers how to breathe, at the same time that her eyes focus on his ears, and... before she realizes it, she's reaching out to graze the reddened tip of one. It's amazing, she's never seen a blush go that high.

... And then she abruptly remembers that This Is Rude, and yanks her hand back, ducking her head to... also stare at the mattress. ]

I-I'm sorry! That was... um, that was... pleasant...

[ KILL HER. ]

[symbologic]

[ONLY IF YOU KILL HIM TOO. He no longer wants to live on this planet anymore. Or any planet.]

[He suddenly understands that look Hinata had on his face after their kiss as all his insides feel as though they've turned to lead. How did he fuck this up so badly? He was right there, he was ready to do it, and then...]

[And then. The cop out. Because he wants to kiss her for real, not because of some silly Earth game.]

[His ear feels like an ear though, albeit a little more warm than it would normally thanks to all the blood pounding through it in embarrassment. At least he didn't really seem to mind it too much, he might have gone a little rigid in surprise but he didn't pull away or try to swat her hand away or anything.]

It...it was, yes.

[No, for real. Please kill him before he does it himself. Maybe if he jumps out the window...]

[princessantly]

[ He's not allowed to jump out the window!! Because she'd be sad! And we don't need any extra bodies this week!!!!

And besides, now Alisha has to ponder the look on Faize's face, because that doesn't appear to be the expression one would be wearing if that had been pleasant for him. It's such a perplexing feeling, being embarrassed and flustered and still dealing with an almost-hollow sense of... disappointment? But then again, at the same time, she's also almost relieved.

She does want to kiss him, she's realized that now (hard not to when he'd been so close), but hardly with an audience. Faize didn't deserve that. ]

...

[ But for now, she's just going to press her palms to her burning cheeks and say absolutely nothing. ]