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[sweetjeans]

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)

Comments

[bodt]

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.

[sweetjeans]

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?]

[bodt]

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... ]

[sweetjeans]

[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..]

[bodt]

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?

[sweetjeans]

[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..

[bodt]

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...