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( lucasxdrake )

“No not at all. I wouldn’t want to offend you. I’m not that mean all the time.” He said as he laughed softly to himself. “I can also be honest with you while not being a huge dick. I hate when people are like that.” He mentioned to him as he just shook his head slowly. “Yes very well!” He said to him as he stood there and closed his eyes, waiting to see what the other was going to do. 

“i see — you’re a man of many talents, lucas drake. i didn’t think you were being mean, i just — sometimes it’s hard to tell,” he says genuinely, feeling bashful while he ruffles hairs on the back of his neck. “sorry,” he says finally and decisively. seconds seem to tick slower as he sees lucas close his eyes. gosh dang it, why didn’t he think about things ahead of time? what is he going to do? he sighs quietly, gaze flickering down to the other’s lips briefly — they seemed all too familiar. and after a beat gus is leaning in, pressing his own lips gently upon theirs. 

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( lucasxdrake )

“See, I wasn’t sure if you were going to take it in a way that I was helping you or if you were going to think that I was just completely offending you with it all.” He tld him honestly. When he heard the other going on abut his sundae he just shook his head and laughed. He thought it was pretty funny that this male had a way of taking things with a light heart. “I know, I know. I am being completely serious about it.” He told him as he smiled and looked at him. He smiled as Gus wrapped his pinky around his as he smiled. “Now, where’s the other half of my ticket?” He asked. 

“well –– i’d hope you weren’t just trying to offend me,” he blinks, suddenly frowning when the other suggests they’d do him wrongly. as they laugh he smirks, enjoying the fact that he’d proven himself to be funny, but in a way that was less try-hard. the smirk softens into a fond smile as they seal their pinky promise. “good. i’m happy you weren’t just trying to make me feel good.” he breaks from the other, moving his hand back to his side. his face reddens a little bit as the other brings up the second half of their arrangement –– it’s a good thing, since he nearly forgot. “oh! okay, erm –– close your eyes.”

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( lucasxdrake )

“Listen, i’m sorry. I should’ve been more supportive, but maybe find something else in your repertoire that could make people laugh more. Comedy in a guy that looks like yourself really is the cherry on top of the ice cream sundae.” He mentioned. “It was worth half the ticket, I think.. I mean you got some advice out of it as well.” He told him. “I’m not lying, I promise.” He told him as he stuck his pinky out towards him. 

“it’s okay –– you don’t need to apologize.. i can accept some constructive critique, but i do want you to know that not only am i an ice cream sundae, but i am a sundae with whipped cream and several cherries.” that’s how gus imagined himself as ice cream. he wasn’t saying he was perfect or anything –– just that he’d have lots of cherries. “okay, but you know how seriously i take pinky promises––” with that he wraps his pinky around the other’s eyebrows tugging together slightly.

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( lucasxdrake )

Lucas listened to the answer that he was provided for the joke. He couldn’t help but to let out a soft snicker as he shook his head. He couldn’t believe how lame that joke actually was, but he wasn’t about to go ahead and ruin this males dreams. “I mean, it was good, I don’t know if it would entertain everyone though.” he mentioned. 

though he knows it’s lame, and though he could see how unamused the other was, he couldn’t help but grin to himself anyway. “tough crowd,” he says with a simple shrug. “was it worth half the ticket, though, is the real question?” he crosses his arms over his chest, looking at the other with a raised brow. “now –– if you say no to that, then i’ll be sad. so you might as well just lie to me if that’s the case.”

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( ofbeck )

                    beck didn’t really know what he was expecting — he’d passed the kissing booth at least three times already, weaseled his way out of kissing anybody each time, && definitely didn’t see gus hanging out behind the booth before. but somehow, even though he was usually pretty clueless when it came to gus’ actions, this seemed to hit the nail on the head quite perfectly. this was so utterly gus it hurt. ❛ how ‘bout — one ticket for two jokes, uh - no kiss?? ❜ he offered, holding a single ticket between two fingers, eyebrows raised. he didn’t really want to kiss him, but, he did want to hear those jokes.

           his eyebrows peak when he sees the other approach, and it isn’t long before he’s smiling widely. “beckett!” he exclaims, a hand moving up to press gently upon his own face. but his hand falls to his sides, features hardening a little at what they say. “uh –– no. sorry, friend.” he says simply, crossing his arms over his chest. “it’s a package deal. plus –– i can’t just charge people for jokes. that’s like –– illegal, or something. i’m not a properly licensed vendor for joke-telling. but –– just give me a few years. i’m working on it.” he glances at the ticket, then at the other, laughing a little bit. “but –– it doesn’t have to be on the lips, silly. in fact –– most of the people i’ve kissed today’s been on the cheek. isn’t that a weird turn of events? kinda happy about it, though –– the idea of a kissing booth seems sort of ... weird to me?”

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( arizonaxskyline )

Sandy toes and beach curls, Arizona came through the summer bash on the pier for her break from the hook a duck game she was hosting. As she walked, she found Gus at the kissing booth. “Well, well – If it isn’t the kissing night himself,” she raised a brow while crossing her arms with a friendly look. “Gus!” she decided to walk closer, holding the conversation with her friend, “Lucky you, I’ve only got one ticket,” she teased, placing it on the table and giving her friend a kiss on the cheek. “Looking to find yourself your own knight?” 

he gasps as the other crosses his line of sight, suddenly grinning while he looks to the other. “–arizona!” he exclaims, rising to the tip of his toes and back down in a second out of sheer excitement. “oh –– geez, nice!” he says, pushing their ticket aside with the others, and he’s pleasantly surprised with the kiss on his cheek –– he even blushes a little bit. “aw, how nice of you,” he says, rubbing one of his elbows with its opposite hand. if he’s a little pink the face, it’s even more obvious now, “––! hey! n–no ... i’m just trying to make people smile. and ... you know, if i happen to see another knight along the way, more power to us, i guess.”

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( lucasxdrake )

Listening to the other laugh, he smiled. His laughter seemed like it was one of those ones that would brighten up the room even when other people didn’t feel like smiling for some reason. “Alright. I’m ready.” He said before the other started his joke. He thought about it for a second, “This sounds familiar, but I can’t put my tongue on it. Why aren’t they?” He asked him, waiting to see what Gus would reply with. 

he’s already laughing to himself –– lips pursed but air still sputtering out as he tries to suppress his giggles. “because ––” he starts, tongue poking from between two neat sets of teeth “–– that don’t meet the ... koala-fications.” and with that he’s laughing loudly, a single fist pounding on the counter top he now rests his head on. but he cuts that little act of overselling his joke short –– standing up straight again to look at the other, grinning widely. “how was that?”

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( acadiamercier )

‘ It looks pretty nice. I may have messed up the maie just a tad but that can’t be fixed. Woud you like to see it ? ’

“y –– yes!” he exclaims with a wide grin, “–but only if you’re finished. i’m sure it’s great, but i don’t wanna judge unfinished work.”

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( lucasxdrake )

Lucas looked at the male as he smiled and laughed a bit. “Well damn. Luckily for me, I have one ticket left and I wasn’t sure what i should be spending it on. I guess I did find what I should be spending it on.” He mentioned as he held out the ticket in his hand. He smiled and nodded. “Thank you, I wouldn’t mind staying with you and chatting for a while.” He said as he laughed a little. 

gus is laughing at the other, shaking his head. of course this would end up happening, but he’s not one to question the stars. he takes the other’s ticket with a grin, setting it down amongst a pile of similar scraps. “okay –– well then first a joke,” he starts, face resting on his palm, his elbow hitched up on the counter top. “why is it that koalas aren’t considered actual bears?” 

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there’s a sign above his head reading ‘kiss a knight’ in sloppy red paint. he’s donning all too realistic middle ages knight armor, including a breast plate, chain mail, the whole sh’bang. but he seems less than dedicated to his little bit, instead –– he’s more interested in his comedy routine. “for a ticket you get a joke and a kiss,” gus starts, flashing the other a grin. “for two tickets you buy yourself a kiss and my silence. though, you are a true sight for sore eyes, so i wouldn’t mind if you stayed to chat a while.” he laughs, offering them a quick wink. 

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( acadiamercier )

‘ Hey ! You’ve got to stay still. It’s not easy painting on uneven canvas. ’ 

“ergh ––...sorry,” he murmurs, trying his best not to move. “how’s it lookin’?” 

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( grxceandrews )

“You know they said this thing was gonna be fun…but I don’t see anything interesting happening around here.”

“of course it’s gonna be fun! just ... give it some time, don’t give up on it just yet. i’m sure the later it gets the funner it’ll be –– plus, you can’t expect the fun to just show up! you have to make the fun happen!” 

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( axeltellcr )

“It was alright. She’s been nagging me for days about it, so I figured it was better to just get it over with.” Axel shrugged. As much as he loved his mother, her timing wasn’t ideal. But, he had his brother to thank for that. “More like week old milk that’s been left in the sun. It was disgusting, I’m telling you.”

“aw –– well, i’m sure she was happy to see you, so good on you for doing all that. what’d you guys have to eat?” he asks genuinely, eyebrows fixed in a curious upward tilt. at the other’s comparison, he cringes and shakes his head. “gross. that’s way too ripe –– are you okay? the ripeness didn’t hurt you, right?”

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( ofbeck )

                    beck couldn’t control the giggle that left his lips as gus finally stopped sitting there with his hand in his jacket && actually pet the feline waiting inside, taking it upon himself to narrate such. it, admittedly, wasn’t that big of an event — the kitten, as unaware as most, just sat in his lap && let himself be rubbed mindlessly — but it was amusing, if anything!! or, more specifically, gus’ expression afterward was more amusing than the act itself. he seemed confused. rightfully so, beckett thought. he couldn’t really blame him. ❛ — because, i was gonna get a coffee. y’know, before headin’ out for the day. && i, well, uh …. this kitty was just — along the way. it didn’t seem like one of those, like, those outdoor cats that people have. y’know what i mean?? it just — it looked like a stray. ❜ he shrugged. ❛ it’s just a kitten. i’m - i’m not gonna leave the little thing out there in the middle of summer. ❜

               well ––! how could he help himself! the inside of the jacket was so nice, so warm. plus – plus there was a cat inside there. how much more incredible could it get? but he understands it might’ve been uncomfortable for the other, he understands it might’ve been awkward for those around the pair, and so he isn’t hesitant to get it done, humming contentedly as he pets the creature. and while gus seems to be excited to the point of no return, he does take the time to properly listen to the other. “and ... did you? get coffee, i mean. because if you didn’t i can get you some ––” he persists, even standing up in his seat a little bit. “and –– do you plan on taking the li’l guy home? you can’t just introduce rando here to your nice and warm jacket without knowing a proper home to take ‘im to.” 

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( gavinxshepard )

His touch, comforting the other to the best of his ability. “It’s okay, Gus – honest.” Knowing that he was taking his offer to talk, made Gavin really feel like his best friend. The way the other’s finger moved throughout his hair, pulled him in that much more. “No, – Squish – it’s not silly that you miss your mom. Not at all. She was a big part of who you are. You can’t just forget about that.” His fingers traced shapes along Gus’ forearm. “Missing her though, I can see how you feel like your dying. I miss Kaitlyn a lot too –” All the feelings of his ex flowing with the way that Gus felt about his mom. “It’s okay to feel sad sometimes.”

there wasn’t anyone else gus could go to with this baggage. there wasn’t a person in the world who knows him like his gavin. he moves from his position upside down, finally sitting up, eyebrows set in a straight line, frustrations with himself – with the world – it all was apparent on his features. but he’s taking the other’s words to heart, feeling his throat tighten as they speak. “it’s hard, he murmurs in solidarity. “and –– i’m not just sad sometimes. i’m –– ... i’m sad so much about this. i can’t stop feeling sad, crush. it’s like i’m drowning in it ––” he stops himself, choking up a little bit as he speaks. “i just –– i just want it to stop. i want to feel nice about her. i want to love her memory as much as i loved her but –– but it’s hard.”

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( financiivls )

Watching Gus in real time was sort of like watching baby deer videos on Youtube. He was wildly unpredictable and happened to be as dangerous to himself as he was to the environment around him. He floundered about like he had little to no control over his own autonomy. If Cecil could have put a name to the ordeal, he might’ve used adorable. He was in the midst of letting out a private chuckle when he noticed something trickling from Gus’ nose. In a matter of moments, the accountant had crossed the room and his hands were already pressed delicately against his friend’s skin. He took a good look at the blood that dripped in thick globs from the other man’s nostril before sitting back on his haunches. ‘You’re bleeding,’ he signed, worry laced in the straight line of his brow. He made sure to mouth the words to help illustrate what he was communicating. ‘Tilt your head forward and pinch. I’ll go get you some ice.’ He didn’t even wait for a response before he was up and moving. Somehow, his friend’s pain was the best source for adrenaline.

what’s happening! why is everything going on?! he’s lifting his head as the other gently presses fingers upon his face, suddenly reminded of being in the doctor’s office when they demanded to gaze inside his nostrils. it’s the exact sort of thing, the silent demanding of investigation. but it isn’t too long before the other signs some things –– gus has been practicing ( and he can read the other’s lips pretty well ) so he’s able to gather some things. ‘bleeding,’ ‘head forward and pinch,’ and then ‘get you some ice.’ he blinks at the other as he walks away, and it’s only when he feels the blood drip onto his lips –– upper first, lesser second, that he’s stunned, a hand quick to touch just above his mouth. “agh ––!” he exclaims, looking at his bloodied fingertips. suddenly it all makes sense. he does what he gathered that he was told, leaning his head forward to pinch on his nose. in an effort to relax himself while the other is away, he hums, “once upon a time not long ago, i was a hoe,” he sings, “and i’m admittin’ it ♪!” 

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( ofbeck )

                    beckett sunk back into his seat a little, seemingly happy with gus’ promise to shhh. now, was his friend going to keep that promise?? that was something he was admittedly unsure about — but judging by the silent excitement written all over his expression, he could gather that if he wouldn’t quiet down for beck, he’d probably quiet down for the kitten instead. he seemed like the kinda guy that’d do anything if animals were at stake. giggling quietly as gus swept across to the adjacent seat, he raised his eyebrows as his hands immediately went into his jacket. it didn’t feel like he was petting the cat, though, which was …. weird, to say the least. but thankfully he cleared that up pretty quickly. ❛ i’m — i’m sure it’ll be okay, gus. i mean, i just — i picked ‘em up with both my hands without the - the, uh — the sniffing thing. && it likes me, i think. ❜ he nudged the other gently with his elbow. ❛ — go on. pet ‘em. you’re gonna, like, you’re gonna attract attention with your hands in my jacket, y’know. this is a very weird position. ❜ he chuckled.

           gus was happy that beck seemed to relax! everything was so good! the two of them were together, there was a cat, gus had a smoothie! how could life be any better? he hums contentedly as he lets his hand sit in the jacket, feeling warmth replace the cold from his smoothie. when he hears the other start speaking to him, he stares blankly at them, blinking. it’s only when he gets nudged that he offers a real response. he giggles, opposite arm moving to protect the space that was nudged. “hey!” he exclaims in a whisper, grinning at the other. “okay – okay. i’ll do it. look, it’s happening.” the fur is soft and the creature inside doesn’t seem very surprised by it. gus is very happy. “i’m very happy,” he says, finally pulling his arm back. “beckett ––” he starts, eyebrows tugging together. “why do you have this cat in here? and – and whose cat is this?”