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A. → Joining the Basketball Team: Operation Bertholdt need to get out more; ota

[Having joined two clubs already you'd think Jean'd be satisfied, however he's grown rather concerned with his roommate, Mr. Fubar. Worrying he'll be a lonely hermit forever with the way he never goes to class or belongs to any after school activities. Being the nice overbearing guy Jean is he's dragging his friend to join the basketball team hearing it's a good sport for tall people. You can't be shy forever, sweaty!

Maybe you're already on the basketball team? Or one of the other clubs Jean's joined (Kendo and Drama) which could always use a introductory post. Mr. Kirschtein needs to busy himself to stay sane after coming from such a hectic world. Sports, technology, cooking, any hobby really! Something you'd like to do after school? Jean's your man.]

B. → Kiss an Honest Guy, $5; ota

[After excepting a challenge from Yuri, Jean finds himself in a dire situation. He can't find anyone to kiss him!! The deadline is coming up and after all that big talk and convincing that he could totally get someone to kiss him you can't just give up like that! Making sure to take a nice long healthy bath the night before and fixing himself up in his cleanest cloths, combing his hair out neat looking as dapper as a fifteen year-old can muster. Crating some shitty sign and using an old desk he found, setting up shop outside the front gates of the school after classes. All that was left was to send out the text--]

Times soon gonna be up, here's your last chance to kiss an honest guy. Booths right outside the school gates, can't miss it. Yours truly, Jean.

- Massage sent September 14th 4:06 pm // user:(Jean Kirschtein)

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Then don't ask for money, jeez... [ Marco sighs. Jean, why you always gotta get into trouble like this... ]

What were the terms of your bet, exactly?

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I have to get someone to kiss me by the 15th of this month, [Pointing to the big school yard clock that was behind them]

It's going on 4:30 pm and it's the 14th, Marco. I got the bet, like, half a month ago. I've been trying okay.. this wasn't my first idea.

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[ Marco sighs. ] You really should've known better than starting a silly dare like this.

When you get this pathetic, I can't help but feel bad for you... [ Just telling it like it is, homeboy. ]

Would you like me to kiss you? So you can win your bet?

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How is it pathetic?

I already told you Marco, I'm not going to ask someone to kiss me I'm going to find someone that wants to. Sure it's about winning my bet but--.. It's also about, I don't know, my pride? [Cheeks feeling kinda warm over here, he wouldn't mind if it was Marco.. he's not going to beg his best friend to kiss him though.]

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O-oh, well, I mean, you're obviously desperate. I can't abandon you over something silly like this. [ Anyone else might, though. ]

You don't have to ask... I'll kiss you, if you want, really.

[ Which is a half-assed way of putting the ball in your court if I ever saw one. ]

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And I'm not going to ask, you can read the sign this shit an't free! [Obviously flustered, he's not.. desperate.. You sound like Yuri your both dicks! Yeah, maybe if Jean felt a little more shame in his kissing booth plan he'd feel differently, but you can't blame a guy for trying like this! Marco didn't have to rub it in how pathetic it was.. What else was Jean supposed to do just wait for his punishment?

Did he want Marco to kiss him? Well--

He wasn't going to beg for it.. if that's what you mean..]

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[ Gotta take you down a peg so you'll listen, Jean, that's just how Marco operates. ]

I'm not paying you. I shouldn't have to pay if I want to kiss you, right? [ WOW THAT TOOK A LOT OF COURAGE TO SAY, ignore the fact that Marco is blushing up a storm. Could just be the heat, right?! ]

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[His peg has been lowered far more then just one floor down. His inner mixed feeling for his bestfriend coming out in the fourm of a lot of blinking and blushing, looking away like an idiot.] I'd never make you pay me for a kiss, Marco.. [His heart skips, blush growing. He can't even make eye contact.] If I wasn't sure a coward-

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[ O-oh gosh. Marco's heart is definitely speeding up now. He should have never agreed to this, now there's no turning back... ]

You'll win your bet, right? [ That's... probably the only reason Jean is even considering him, right? Marco was trying to be nice here, he-- he might want to kiss Jean but... ]

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It's not about my bet but sure.. [Still avoiding the other's gaze, sounding like such an asshole surely. Fingers running through his hair tightly, don't rip what's left of that short military cut out Jean! Elbow against the desk to support his head.]

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[ Okay wow, yeah, at this rate Marco's gonna go lightheaded with how much he's blushing. Jean can't mean that, right? Why else would he-- ]

[ Before the anxiety of it all kills them both, Marco leans in, pressing his lips on Jean's softly before pulling back. Oh no his lips tasted kinda nice-- but there's no way Jean would want to hear that!! ]

S-so, there you go. Now you don't have to worry about that bet anymore.

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[Before Jean could even take another breath so to speak some more claims of 'stop saying my crush on you is because of a bet' in the most inconspicuous way he's silenced by the very lips he's craving.

Shocked and stunned briefly before leaning in just as Marco pulls away. Feeling his cheek turning shades of red uncommon to his face. Mom said love would feel something like this.. it wasn't like any other feeling Jean'd ever felt before. Not even his crush over Mikasa felt this passionate.

Just-- staring at him with those hazel eyes.. a lump in his throat, why couldn't Jean speak? God he's gotta look so stupid right now just dumbfounded blank glare.]

[bodt]

Sorry. I know that's probably not what you wanted but...

[ OH NO WAS THAT HIS FIRST KISS? Marco is blushing, a lot. But he has to keep his cool because Jean would blow a gasket if he did something dumb and embarrassing. Stepping back, he looks over at Jean. His expression is so totally Jean that it actually makes Marco laugh a bit. That totally had to've been his first kiss. ]

Are you okay? Jean? Did I take your first kiss? It doesn't have to count if you want...

1/2

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Why--

2/2

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[The reaction wasn't what Jean is expecting, not from someone he shares his first kiss with.. It doesn't have to count what does that even mean? Did.. Marco not want to kiss him? Was he regretting his decision? The lump in his throat only growing more with the thought..]

W-Why would I regret it..?

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Y-you mean... [ It honestly doesn't even register to Marco that Jean might like him. He's too...... well Marco would have noticed by now, right? If he weren't completely oblivious, that is. ]

Um... Because... I'm not Mikasa? You probably had everything planned out in your head, right?

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[Typical! Damn it, Marco, he told you it wasn't just about the bet, learn to read his mind already!! Getting up from the worn-out desk and taking his sign down, cheeks still flushed, growing the more he thought about how Marco just.. did it. He didn't even hesitate, if only just a little.

Of course, Jean had this painful fear that the only reason he'd get kissed was out of pity. It just had to be the person he had such conflicting feelings for at the time, that's just how Jean's luck goes..

All-in-all if any light could be shinned down on this heart-broken teenage was that he wouldn't have to play his punishment game... if that was any kind of reward.]

This idea was stupid, there, I admit it. [Texting his 'victory' to Yuri, wondering if she'd even believe him.. eh.]

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[ Marco smiles, his cheeks still way flush. He's not sure why, but he feels like he's upset Jean somehow... Maybe!! Maybe Jean just needs some encouragement. He was pretty harsh back then. ]

It's okay. [ Marco rubs the back of his neck, trying his best to cheer Jean up. After all, he got to... know what it feels like... to kiss Jean... so that's a win for him. ]

It was nothing personal, really... I just didn't want you to be too disappointed if it didn't work out. Looks like I messed that up too, huh?

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[He doesn't get to finish his text before looking back up, facing Marco but not with his normal intimidation. It must be nice to always have someone to pacify you, Jean..] It's fine, really, no one was going to kiss me anyway.

[That remark though, the one from before.. still floating around Jean's mind and he just has to say it.] You don't have to be Mikasa, it's not about the person it was more so just that someone wanted to.. Shits over though, I don't have to play Yuri's punishment game, won my bet. [Take a big sigh, Jean. Be a man about it.] It's over.

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[ Aw hell naw, Jean. That self-pity ain't gonna fly with Marco. ]

Th-that's not true! Why wouldn't anyone want to kiss you? Sure, you're brash and kinda rough and talk without really thinking, but once anyone got to know you, they'd see you're also really brave and honest and kind! And it's not like you aren't attractive, you know? If more people knew the real you, I'm sure they'd be lining up to steal a kiss from you.

[ He may or may not be speaking for himself here... But seeing Jean all sad like that is just Not Okay. ]

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[A smile then, it's like clockwork with how attention seems to be fed between one another, most to Jean. Blushing as that same smile starts turning from plain happiness to a smirk, satisfied with such flattery. Of course he's attractive, honest, and kind. Brave? Perhaps, when you're cocky enough anyone can be brave.. there's a fine line between brave and stupid however. Jean likes to temp those boundary.]

People will line up to kiss me, huh? You mean like you?

[That's one way of going about telling someone you like them, not really the direct way, kinda vague.] Are you telling me you wanted too?

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W-well--! [ Goddammit, he got his words twisted back at him again. Now Marco's really, really red. This is all your fault, Jean! ]

Well... You said... You wouldn't make me pay for a kiss... right? And the bet was only good if someone... wanted to kiss you, right? I mean... Did you want me to kiss you, too?!

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[A chuckle, Marco got so ridiculous when he's flustered.] Calm down, Marco. [S-so, he did want to kiss Jean. Built up so high under his best friends gratitude, feeling confident enough to do or say anything with support like that.] I did, not because of a bet either.

[The realization of what he just said would of course come later. For now, Jean just wants to bask in it.]

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Th-then--! [ Wait.

WAIT A SECOND. Jean just-- did he just...? He totally did. Is this for real? ]

Really? You didn't mind?

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No, so don't worry about it. [Content with the information Marco has given him. Cheeks felt so numb he must still be blushing, picking up the desk he had taken. In a descent enough mood feeling the need to clean up his own mess, of all things.] It's, like, what? Going on 5:00? [Looking over his shoulder to eye up the clock.] We should grab something to eat, this stupid bet has me so worn!