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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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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...

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Why--

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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!

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{ Oh! Jean's going to... act like nothing happened. Perfect! They both admitted to wanting to kiss each other, but maybe that's just normal? Marco could play along, no sweat. It figured that Jean wouldn't talk about it, of course. He wouldn't. He's Jean. ]

Yeah, okay. Let's go! [ Marco smiles. What was he thinking, getting flustered like that? He was worried over nothing. ] Want some help? I can carry something.

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[Of course this satisfaction would wear off eventually and sooner or later Jean would be wanting more then just a "I like you" in the most stupid inconspicuous matter this time had been exchanged in but for now his ego is soaring, his bet won, and having gotten his way.]

Yeah, sure. Grab the other end of this, I found it in that shed over there. [That isn't to say he didn't want to spend the rest of his evening and night with Marco, truly. That's the overly fating icing on the three layer cake that Jean deserves.]

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Okay. [ Marco smiles, finding no trouble at all in just pretending things are normal. They were normal, right? Yeah. He helps Jean carry the desk over with relative ease. ]

These are a lot lighter than the stuff they'd make us carry in training, huh?

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Yeah, damn, who knew water could get that heavy. [He can't help but stare at Marco, more then what is considered 'normal' by far. Much like how he used to gaze at Mikasa only without so much jealousy, there's no one he had to fight for Marco's love-- you have no idea how good that feels when you're egotistical. Jean's going to be able to take his time understanding and devolving his affections.

With Marco's help their done in no time. Off to get food ordering what his eyes usually gravitate too. Mmmm, steak-frites. His totally -not-gay- flirting attempts already planned out, going to offer up his desert ticket to Marco, hoping to bask in the simulation of pleasing the taller teen.]

Lots of weird stuff they got on this menu, huh? [What is this, a date? The vibe it gave off sorta made it feel like one.]

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Aw, thank you. Are you sure you don't want to split dessert? [ Marco takes Jean's dessert ticket, not even realizing he's being kinda romantic. He just wants to be nice, as usual. ]

The noodles are good, I think I'll get that. The names are so strange, though.

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N-No, Marco, you have it. [Such a foolish smile, they are both unfazed by one another it seems.] Get whatever you want. [Jean will watch you eat it like a perverted asshole. That's like sharing, right?]

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Okay, if you insist. [ Marco smiles, totally unaware of your fiendish ways, Jean. ] I'll get ice cream, then. I love vanilla...

[ Yeah wow, ice cream sounds great. Not like it's gonna melt all over his fingers or anything... ]

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[He's just gonna.. w-watch him eat that.. Gotta say it reminds him of something, not that he'd know what that feels like.] Vanillas good.. my favorites the chocolate stuff..

[A gulp, pealing away knowing what'd come if he kept staring..]

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Chocolate's good too! A-ah, I wish these didn't melt so quickly, though.

[ Yep, now there's ice cream on his hand and Marco's kinda just... licking it off because oh no what if some got on his uniform!! ]

Could you grab me a napkin, Jean?

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[Jean didn't even hear him at first, watching Marco with a blatant share as his mouth worked over those long fingers. Cheeks flushed bright enjoying the features of Marco's face.. thinking about their kiss among other things.]

Huh..? OH- ah..

[Their table had one of those napkin dispensers which Jean tore plenty out of, subconsciously helping Marco clean off his fingers himself. Coming to before anything could be said, blushing even brighter and letting go quickly.]

Here..

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Thanks! [ Marco smiles brightly, appreciating the help. He finishes off the rest of his cone in a few quick bites, then starts tirelessly wiping the gooey remains off his hands with the napkins. ]

My fingers are all sticky now. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...