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Meme March: Day 14 - The Kissing Booth meme
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Options: 2 right now, 3 is planned
2) They happen to be walking by YOUR kissing booth, better grab their attention.
3) You both are working a booth together. Business is bad, better do something to drum some up!
Canon: So you know in Space Courtesans Dave was a transfer student? Well this is what if Dave WERE really a transfer student. Post Homestuck current version (making broad assumptions) and post Puella Magi Madoka Magica series.
After beating Sburb and moving back to a version of Earth with his Bro, Dave found life just a little boring. His Bro also thought that it would be a good idea to do the things that he'd been meaning to do all this while that worrying about the game hadn't allowed him to do.
That was why the Striders had packed up their stuff and moved to Japan, just for the hell of it. Dave thought that he would miss his friends, but the truth was that Jade had always been on her tropical island and the US of A was just so big. With John in DC and Rose in NY, they still spent most of their time on Pesterchum. The only diff was that Dave had to pester them during the day, which was just perverse.
OK, not the only diff. That was the only diff when it came to his friends. They were still as close as ever. Which was good, because Japan was a f*cking weird place. Weird than anime and manga, which was saying something. Dave found himself the Transfer Student (someone ought to trademark that, would make a buck) and all the associated weirdness that came with it. It didn't help that he was also Gaijin and a Late Joiner (so the US school term worked different from Japan's, they could deal).
To make things worse, he had joined right smack dab in pre-school festival season. It was really something straight out of a shitty comic, with all the voting on what to do and things like that. His class wanted to play games, but thought that just one game would be too boring. So their class would be changed into a mini-funfair with different game booths.
Then, to make sure that they included Dave, they turned to him (you could even feel all the waves of politeness coming off that gesture) and asked him (in English! should have rolled out the red carpet at the same time) whether he knew any American games that they could include.
He thought about it (tossing games - didn't have a clue about how to set those up; water drop - classroom was too small for an inflatable pool; fishing games - oh wow, already thought of; target games - see tossing games). He needed something small, with little props, so he could get away with the least amount of work.
Or better yet, the idea coming to him like a particularly good jam, something that they would never go for. Something that would scandalise his more reserved classmates.
"How about a kissing booth?" he said, and settled back to watch the carnage.
There wasn't nearly enough; there was a brief outcry when he explained what exactly a kissing booth was, and some frantic whispering (in Japanese, like it didn't matter that he attended lessons in that language) and then the same boy who had included him in the discussion asked (in English, what was with all the royal treatment?), "You will set up the booth?"
"Oh yeah, why not?" said Dave, high off the roll of a good troll.
And that was how Dave Strider ended up running the kissing booth at the school festival. How HIGH did you even have to be?
When Dave realised that no one was daring enough to actually give out kisses at a kissing booth, he sucked it up (totally manfully, of course) and sat at the booth himself.
He was rather proud of the sign - he'd designed it himself, with an obnoxious number of kiss marks (photoshopped), the name of booth in both English and Japanese (katakana, if you really wanted to be exact) and Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff (making an appearance to show how this thing ought to be really done). He even had a more detailed instruction sheet with Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff giving step by step details. In Japanese. Dave was a nice guy, really.
But it wasn't as if he was expecting any customers. Sure, some girls had come by and giggled, and he was sure both his classmates and other class students had popped by to stare at the weird gaijin, but no one had come up to his booth.
That was until one of the girls from the class next door was practically plonked in the seat opposite Dave by her friends. He sort of knew her as a shy sweet thing, and was just about to ask her if she was really up to some lovin' (what? Being a shy sweet thing didn't mean you got a pass on trolling) when she pushed some yen across. Around her, her friends giggled.
Dave raised an eyebrow above his shades. "What, just coins? Show me some paper, honey."
Hey, if Dave was going to pucker up, he wasn't going to do it for free.
The girl blushed even more, but she did pull out notes as requested. Dave tossed those into a glass that he'd scrouged up, and asked, "So where would you like your kiss, sweetcheeks?"
Her friends tittered more. The girl offered her hand. Dave took it nobly, planted a kiss on her knuckles and then added a kiss on her cheek just for the fun of it. She went red all the way up to the roots of her hair.
"That's for being the first customer, chica." Dave said the last in Spanish. Got to give the crowd more of what it wanted, right?
Apparently that was just a sign for another girl to toss a note into his cup and sweep down to plant one right on Dave's lips.
Welp, at least he was earning money right?
turntechGodhead: dude
turntechGodhead: dude
turntechGodhead: ive got like b*tches all over me
turntechGodhead: im drowning in a sea of babes
turntechGodhead: sinking faster than titanic breaking in half just like in that shitty movie
turntechGodhead: you got to throw me a line
ectobiologist: wow Dave
ectobiologist: you sound like you're having fun!
turntechGodhead: screw you too dude
Dave was considering taking a break when Homura sat on the other side of the booth.
Dave genuinely liked Homura. She had been the Transfer Student before him as well as Late, and while she was not Gaijin 2 out of 3 meant that she could empathise with him pretty well. Which meant that she didn't treat him like he was anything special and Dave returned the favour by trying to surprise a smile out of her.
What? He was doing her a service by trying to make her smile! A national duty right there - oh wait, wrong country.
Anyway, he and Homu-chan had something special, and having her keep the seat from OTHER GIRLS made Dave very happy.
"You are very good at kissing," she said without preamble.
"Trying to get 10 out of 10 for customer satisfaction. It's a tough job, being this great."
Homura said nothing to Dave's banter. Which was fine under normal circumstances - Dave knew she had this cool silent beauty thing going on, and he was hoping to get to the sugar under all that ice that was the Homura lollipop - but when he was sitting just across from her at a kissing booth all norms went out of the window, defenestrated to be subject to the whims of gravity and go splat on the ground below.
Just as Dave was about to say something, anything, Homura spoke again. He could have almost cried out Hallelujah at the blessed musical sound of her voice.
"The other girls you kissed seem to agree."
"Welp, fill in those feedback forms. I need all the nominations for the title of Dave Strider - World's Greatest Kisser."
"You'd have to get a lot more nominations to qualify."
"Aww, Homu, don't think so much, just feel! Laugh at the joke, c'mon."
"If you continue kissing as many people as you did today, you might have enough numbers."
"I'm going to take that as a joke, cos seriously? I know everyone wants a piece of this manmeat, but you all got to share and take turns. I only got one pair of lips, and they're all puffy and swollen right now, unless you're one of those into bee-stung lips." He pouts at Homura, to make his point.
If he's reading Homura right, she'd deflated like a kid balloon that met a needle tree. "So you aren't kissing anyone else?"
"Nah, just saying I need a break, some time-out. Can't bring my A-game to every kiss if I'm handing them out like candy, gotta have some quality control in this thing."
"Ah." Homura straightened. "How much is it for a kiss?"
Dave's mind stuttered to a stop, records skipping tracks, everything on pause as he tried to get over the surprise. It's almost as if Homura popped out of a cake in next to nothing and said Happy Birthday. Hell, he'd take the kiss since the cake scenario would never happen.
But Dave was smooth and smooth guys didn't jump over tables to kiss women, no matter how much they wanted to. Got to play it cool, do it right. Think James Bond, think Casanova, think Romeo. "Well, you pay whatever you think the kiss is worth, sweetie." He tops it off with an eyebrow waggle.
Homura paused for so long that Dave almost thought the sweetie was overdoing things, but then she reached into her pocket and drew out a note.
Dave didn't even look at it - there was no amount large enough for the kiss that he wanted to give Homura, and hey, he wanted to give it away, didn't that mean that he'd do it for free? - and reached over the table to cup Homura's face in his hands. "Baby," he said, "I'm glad you asked."
Homura had frozen under his touch, and as Dave approached her eyes were wide, like deer in headlights, and oh why had Dave thought of that he was going to think about car crashes, and no this was NOT what the kiss was going to be, it was going to be the best kiss ever -
Then Dave had finished closing the distance and huh.
It wasn't the world's best kiss, but it was sweet and gentle and made Dave think of summer breezes. Homura's lips were pressed against his, and they were nice and soft and inviting, but Homura wasn't parting her lips.
Well, it was sloppy makeouts time.
He leaned in more, and teased the line of her lips with his tongue. It was a startled gasp from Homura that let Dave's tongue slip past the goalkeeper of her mouth, but sports analogies aside, all Dave could think of was score.
Because if Homura's facade was the ice, this was the sweetness Dave had been searching for. It was almost like spun sugar, delicate but oh so good on the tongue. She didn't quite know where to put hers, so Dave took it slow, only teasing her lips rather than going for the full assault that he really wanted to. Hey, he could take time for a lady, he was a Knight of Time after all.
He wasn't, however, the Heir of Breath, and after a few more moments of sweet kissing he had to break apart for air.
"So," he said, probably still too short of breath to sound cool, but trying for it anyway. "Was that good for you too?"
He didn't expect her to frown and ask, "But how does it work?"
"No need to rush, you'll get better with practice." Dave waggled his eyebrows at her. "And I'm willing to take the lead, just do as I do - "
He leaned in to give her another kiss, only to be blocked. "I didn't get to finish my request just now," said Homura. "I want you to teach me how to kiss properly."
"That was good enough for me."
Homura frowned more. "It looks better in the movies."
"How could you even say that, HomuHomu? With me rocking the movie star looks here, I've even got the shades to prove it." He adjusted his shades in the way that he knew would catch the light.
Homura blushed, "Well, the person I like is pretty, but she's not as confident as you."
Dave's brain shuddered to a stop. "She?"
Original word count in March: 1,008 words
Added more in December! ha ha
memebellsOptions: 2 right now, 3 is planned
2) They happen to be walking by YOUR kissing booth, better grab their attention.
3) You both are working a booth together. Business is bad, better do something to drum some up!
Canon: So you know in Space Courtesans Dave was a transfer student? Well this is what if Dave WERE really a transfer student. Post Homestuck current version (making broad assumptions) and post Puella Magi Madoka Magica series.
After beating Sburb and moving back to a version of Earth with his Bro, Dave found life just a little boring. His Bro also thought that it would be a good idea to do the things that he'd been meaning to do all this while that worrying about the game hadn't allowed him to do.
That was why the Striders had packed up their stuff and moved to Japan, just for the hell of it. Dave thought that he would miss his friends, but the truth was that Jade had always been on her tropical island and the US of A was just so big. With John in DC and Rose in NY, they still spent most of their time on Pesterchum. The only diff was that Dave had to pester them during the day, which was just perverse.
OK, not the only diff. That was the only diff when it came to his friends. They were still as close as ever. Which was good, because Japan was a f*cking weird place. Weird than anime and manga, which was saying something. Dave found himself the Transfer Student (someone ought to trademark that, would make a buck) and all the associated weirdness that came with it. It didn't help that he was also Gaijin and a Late Joiner (so the US school term worked different from Japan's, they could deal).
To make things worse, he had joined right smack dab in pre-school festival season. It was really something straight out of a shitty comic, with all the voting on what to do and things like that. His class wanted to play games, but thought that just one game would be too boring. So their class would be changed into a mini-funfair with different game booths.
Then, to make sure that they included Dave, they turned to him (you could even feel all the waves of politeness coming off that gesture) and asked him (in English! should have rolled out the red carpet at the same time) whether he knew any American games that they could include.
He thought about it (tossing games - didn't have a clue about how to set those up; water drop - classroom was too small for an inflatable pool; fishing games - oh wow, already thought of; target games - see tossing games). He needed something small, with little props, so he could get away with the least amount of work.
Or better yet, the idea coming to him like a particularly good jam, something that they would never go for. Something that would scandalise his more reserved classmates.
"How about a kissing booth?" he said, and settled back to watch the carnage.
There wasn't nearly enough; there was a brief outcry when he explained what exactly a kissing booth was, and some frantic whispering (in Japanese, like it didn't matter that he attended lessons in that language) and then the same boy who had included him in the discussion asked (in English, what was with all the royal treatment?), "You will set up the booth?"
"Oh yeah, why not?" said Dave, high off the roll of a good troll.
And that was how Dave Strider ended up running the kissing booth at the school festival. How HIGH did you even have to be?
When Dave realised that no one was daring enough to actually give out kisses at a kissing booth, he sucked it up (totally manfully, of course) and sat at the booth himself.
He was rather proud of the sign - he'd designed it himself, with an obnoxious number of kiss marks (photoshopped), the name of booth in both English and Japanese (katakana, if you really wanted to be exact) and Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff (making an appearance to show how this thing ought to be really done). He even had a more detailed instruction sheet with Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff giving step by step details. In Japanese. Dave was a nice guy, really.
But it wasn't as if he was expecting any customers. Sure, some girls had come by and giggled, and he was sure both his classmates and other class students had popped by to stare at the weird gaijin, but no one had come up to his booth.
That was until one of the girls from the class next door was practically plonked in the seat opposite Dave by her friends. He sort of knew her as a shy sweet thing, and was just about to ask her if she was really up to some lovin' (what? Being a shy sweet thing didn't mean you got a pass on trolling) when she pushed some yen across. Around her, her friends giggled.
Dave raised an eyebrow above his shades. "What, just coins? Show me some paper, honey."
Hey, if Dave was going to pucker up, he wasn't going to do it for free.
The girl blushed even more, but she did pull out notes as requested. Dave tossed those into a glass that he'd scrouged up, and asked, "So where would you like your kiss, sweetcheeks?"
Her friends tittered more. The girl offered her hand. Dave took it nobly, planted a kiss on her knuckles and then added a kiss on her cheek just for the fun of it. She went red all the way up to the roots of her hair.
"That's for being the first customer, chica." Dave said the last in Spanish. Got to give the crowd more of what it wanted, right?
Apparently that was just a sign for another girl to toss a note into his cup and sweep down to plant one right on Dave's lips.
Welp, at least he was earning money right?
turntechGodhead: dude
turntechGodhead: dude
turntechGodhead: ive got like b*tches all over me
turntechGodhead: im drowning in a sea of babes
turntechGodhead: sinking faster than titanic breaking in half just like in that shitty movie
turntechGodhead: you got to throw me a line
ectobiologist: wow Dave
ectobiologist: you sound like you're having fun!
turntechGodhead: screw you too dude
Dave was considering taking a break when Homura sat on the other side of the booth.
Dave genuinely liked Homura. She had been the Transfer Student before him as well as Late, and while she was not Gaijin 2 out of 3 meant that she could empathise with him pretty well. Which meant that she didn't treat him like he was anything special and Dave returned the favour by trying to surprise a smile out of her.
What? He was doing her a service by trying to make her smile! A national duty right there - oh wait, wrong country.
Anyway, he and Homu-chan had something special, and having her keep the seat from OTHER GIRLS made Dave very happy.
"You are very good at kissing," she said without preamble.
"Trying to get 10 out of 10 for customer satisfaction. It's a tough job, being this great."
Homura said nothing to Dave's banter. Which was fine under normal circumstances - Dave knew she had this cool silent beauty thing going on, and he was hoping to get to the sugar under all that ice that was the Homura lollipop - but when he was sitting just across from her at a kissing booth all norms went out of the window, defenestrated to be subject to the whims of gravity and go splat on the ground below.
Just as Dave was about to say something, anything, Homura spoke again. He could have almost cried out Hallelujah at the blessed musical sound of her voice.
"The other girls you kissed seem to agree."
"Welp, fill in those feedback forms. I need all the nominations for the title of Dave Strider - World's Greatest Kisser."
"You'd have to get a lot more nominations to qualify."
"Aww, Homu, don't think so much, just feel! Laugh at the joke, c'mon."
"If you continue kissing as many people as you did today, you might have enough numbers."
"I'm going to take that as a joke, cos seriously? I know everyone wants a piece of this manmeat, but you all got to share and take turns. I only got one pair of lips, and they're all puffy and swollen right now, unless you're one of those into bee-stung lips." He pouts at Homura, to make his point.
If he's reading Homura right, she'd deflated like a kid balloon that met a needle tree. "So you aren't kissing anyone else?"
"Nah, just saying I need a break, some time-out. Can't bring my A-game to every kiss if I'm handing them out like candy, gotta have some quality control in this thing."
"Ah." Homura straightened. "How much is it for a kiss?"
Dave's mind stuttered to a stop, records skipping tracks, everything on pause as he tried to get over the surprise. It's almost as if Homura popped out of a cake in next to nothing and said Happy Birthday. Hell, he'd take the kiss since the cake scenario would never happen.
But Dave was smooth and smooth guys didn't jump over tables to kiss women, no matter how much they wanted to. Got to play it cool, do it right. Think James Bond, think Casanova, think Romeo. "Well, you pay whatever you think the kiss is worth, sweetie." He tops it off with an eyebrow waggle.
Homura paused for so long that Dave almost thought the sweetie was overdoing things, but then she reached into her pocket and drew out a note.
Dave didn't even look at it - there was no amount large enough for the kiss that he wanted to give Homura, and hey, he wanted to give it away, didn't that mean that he'd do it for free? - and reached over the table to cup Homura's face in his hands. "Baby," he said, "I'm glad you asked."
Homura had frozen under his touch, and as Dave approached her eyes were wide, like deer in headlights, and oh why had Dave thought of that he was going to think about car crashes, and no this was NOT what the kiss was going to be, it was going to be the best kiss ever -
Then Dave had finished closing the distance and huh.
It wasn't the world's best kiss, but it was sweet and gentle and made Dave think of summer breezes. Homura's lips were pressed against his, and they were nice and soft and inviting, but Homura wasn't parting her lips.
Well, it was sloppy makeouts time.
He leaned in more, and teased the line of her lips with his tongue. It was a startled gasp from Homura that let Dave's tongue slip past the goalkeeper of her mouth, but sports analogies aside, all Dave could think of was score.
Because if Homura's facade was the ice, this was the sweetness Dave had been searching for. It was almost like spun sugar, delicate but oh so good on the tongue. She didn't quite know where to put hers, so Dave took it slow, only teasing her lips rather than going for the full assault that he really wanted to. Hey, he could take time for a lady, he was a Knight of Time after all.
He wasn't, however, the Heir of Breath, and after a few more moments of sweet kissing he had to break apart for air.
"So," he said, probably still too short of breath to sound cool, but trying for it anyway. "Was that good for you too?"
He didn't expect her to frown and ask, "But how does it work?"
"No need to rush, you'll get better with practice." Dave waggled his eyebrows at her. "And I'm willing to take the lead, just do as I do - "
He leaned in to give her another kiss, only to be blocked. "I didn't get to finish my request just now," said Homura. "I want you to teach me how to kiss properly."
"That was good enough for me."
Homura frowned more. "It looks better in the movies."
"How could you even say that, HomuHomu? With me rocking the movie star looks here, I've even got the shades to prove it." He adjusted his shades in the way that he knew would catch the light.
Homura blushed, "Well, the person I like is pretty, but she's not as confident as you."
Dave's brain shuddered to a stop. "She?"
Original word count in March: 1,008 words
Added more in December! ha ha