The First Kiss Meme

[winterbolt]

First Kiss Meme



one. It's your first date, and you're dropping them off at the door. Are they going to lean in? Should you..?

two. You have been friends since forever. Everyone knows you like each other, but the moment quite hasn't arisen for the first kiss. Until now.

three. Awkward first kisses! Maybe you just bumped noses, or you kissed their chin instead. Time for attempt number two!

four. Maybe this is your very first kiss, or maybe it's theirs! Either way, one of you is experienced and the other isn't. What if it turns out really bad?! (But hey, maybe you're a natural.)

five. The accidental kiss. Might have tripped over your own feet, or maybe you've collided and they landed on top of you. Either way, your lips are locked- Where you go from there is up to you.

six. UST kisses. There's been some sort of tension between you for a while. Maybe you fight all the time, maybe you're in love with each other and you keep getting interrupted before anything happens. Either way, that tension needs to end now!

seven. Either pick one, mesh some together, re-roll, or create your own!

INSTRUCTIONS:

• Post with your character!
• Reply to other people with your character and/or go to the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 7.
• Match that number to the choices above!
• Reply to the thread starter and go from there.
• Choose your own scenario if you'd like!
• Have fun!

Comments

[burningdaylight]

[Clementine, please. He’s trying to be cooly professional about it although all hope is lost when her question has him cracking a soft little chuckle.]

Well… [He considers the oozing gash for a good while, frowning sympathetically] …looks like that fence cut you up pretty good back there. Hold on a sec, lemme jus’ get this cleaned off an’ have a better look.

[Turning, he paws through the rucksack unshouldered and dumped onto the floor beside him and sifts through cans and supplies for a bottle of water and a scrap of cloth he had rinsed clean at a river along the way. He dampens the rag and screws the cap back on the bottle, sliding it aside before his attention’s back on her.]

Now this'll be a li'l cold... [He gently takes her upper arm, rubbing away the thin trails of half-dry blood streaking her skin and trying to let her get accustomed to the feeling before his touch moves any closer to the wound.]

[keptitshort]

[The coldness is almost shocking when it touches her skin, causing her breath to catch slightly, but after a moment it becomes more soothing than anything else as he clears the blood away. As with most injuries, it's hot to the touch and a bit inflamed from where the fence tore at her arm, but she's hoping that with some quick bandaging it won't actually get infected later on.

She keeps still though as Luke works, watching out of the corner of her eye. From what she can see it already looks pretty bad, but that's mostly due to how much bleeding it's done. That tends to make even a small cut look worse than it is.]

[burningdaylight]

Sorry ‘bout that.

[He’s close enough that the soft hitching of her breath doesn’t go unnoticed and he glances up at her instinctively before he's back to gingerly dabbing the cloth around and over the ragged edges of the wound. She’s not a little kid who scraped her knee – her crude but effective suturing job on her arm was proof enough of her incredible hardiness. A courage some lacked as adults. But the world being what it is, he’d rather not subject her to more discomfort than she already needs to put up with.]

Alright… now comes the part you ain’t gonna like so much. But it’s gotta get done. [He folds and stuffs the bloodied rag into the back pocket of his jeans, poking through his bag again for a tiny square package - one of several alcohol towelettes scattered over one of the counters at a decrepit diner. He tears the corner of the wrapper with his teeth, the sharp scent of wintergreen spiking up his nostrils.]

You ready?

[keptitshort]

[The correct answer would be no, always no. But instead she lies as she does every time, nodding curtly.]

Yeah, I'm ready.

[Nothing would ever compare to the pain of what she did to her arm, so this would just be nothing. Still, that doesn't mean she really enjoys having her various cuts and wounds disinfected, either.]

[burningdaylight]

[They all have their masks to put on and fronts to put up and Luke understands that more than well enough not to question her answer. He carries on, patting her gash with the quickly-drying alcohol wipe and striving to be both quick and thorough about it.]

I know it sucks, but... jus' hold on. It'll be over in a li'l bit.

[It's talk for the sake of a distraction and he can only hope it helps some whether or not she needs it.]

Jus'... try not to punch me in the face.

[keptitshort]

[Clementine grits her teeth hard behind her lips before he even touches her wound, closing her eyes tightly when she feels the sting hit her rather suddenly, sending a shock of pain through her arm and what feels like all the way into the side of her head.

She just shakes her head a little in the best gesture of "I'll try my best" that she can manage to get across without actually punching him.]

[burningdaylight]

M’almost done. Good news is… [-- dab dab dab --] I don’ think it’s so deep that we need to get it stitched up. Jus’ gotta keep it clean and you’ll be fine. You, uh, might be stuck with another scar, though.

[He offers her an apologetic smile as he balls up the wipe in his hands and tosses it off into the corner of the cabin.]

[keptitshort]

[She breathes a sigh of relief at that that's almost involuntary.]

That's good. Scars are pretty cool, I guess.

[It shows everyone how hardcore she is...right?]

[burningdaylight]

[Clementine still has a way of surprising him with positive outlook on things other kids would cry over and his smile turns encouraging.]

Sure are... an' way cooler than stumps. It's jus' like earnin' one a' them badges at camp.

[He fishes out a large adhesive bandage - one of many lucky finds today - and strips away the wrapper and plastic, keeping his fingers off the clean white pad he lines up with the wound. The rest is easy enough and he snugly wraps the sticky ends around her arm, gently smoothing the bandage over her skin.]

That should do it.

[keptitshort]

Thanks. It's feeling better already.

[Actually, it feels worse, if only because the sting is still present from it being disinfected. Somehow they always hurt worse later, and half the time she didn't even realize she'd been hurt until after the fact.]