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Now getting the tower to lead down a bit, did Kano take a moment before patting the other’s face. He had to make sure it was ripe for the taking. As Keith was in position did Kano kiss his own hand and within a few moment did he walk behind the male and touch his butt once more.
Kano did it.
He kissed his cheek.
His butt cheek.
Bye.
sky high
out ♪
how do you handle being around someone you don't like?
Even if there aren't that many unpleasant people in my life, I always try to act polite around them. It’s best to be courteous to everyone rather than rude, even if you may not like them.
dare you to fly around giving people piggyback rides.........
I cannot fly a whole lot without my jetpack, but I suppose floating will be sufficient if I'm careful!
Guaranteed to be 100% safe!
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LEAN DOWN ALIL. COME ON. BE THE LEANING TOWER OF PISA FOR ME. “Please, old man, I have to do this.”
"I...suppose if you really have to." Dang, it was probably just another dare or something. No person in their right mind would do something like this on their own accord to a stranger, right??? Right. Keith reluctantly leaned down to Kano's height. It was just a kiss on the cheek after all, nothing special.
"Hey now, big boy." Of course Kano was kidding! Now this was where the hard part was. Getting behind the elder did the blonde take a lil pap pap at the man's buttocks. Aw ye. Now after that was done. "You mind bending down so I can place a smooch on your cheek, I don't feel like climbing ya. You as tall as the Eiffel Tower."
EXCUSE---
"Kind sir please refrain from doing such acts!! It is very inappropriate especially coming from one so young like yourself!!!" Keith couldn't believe he just had his behind touched by a kid and that the same kid demanded he lean down for a kiss. Keith wasn't going to comply -- he was way too embarrassed for that!!!
He just. Kanot believe.
kiss ivan, on the cheek I guess! Unless you prefer the lips and tell him your gratitude for him is really sky high ♥～(‘▽^人)
Oh--uh. Oh.
Ah, that's a rather forward dare if you ask me! But I guess there won't be any harm done?
green rose
✿ Green Rose - Was there ever a time you felt weak and couldn’t do anything to help motivate another? If so, what?
There was...one time I felt like I didn't measure to people's expectations anymore. I couldn't even motivate myself, let alone others.
I'd...rather not talk nor think about it. I apologize.
i dare you to princess carry the next person you see all day and you can only let them down if they need to go to the bathroom
I'm afraid you will have to come back later with this dare.
Purple Rose!
✿ Purple Rose - When was the time that you only thought about yourself and no one else?
That's a hard question...
I always tend to put other people's best interest and well-being way above mine, it just comes with being a hero for me.
I'm sure I've only thought only about myself at a point in my life though, even if I don't remember. It's just a thing that happens to everyone!
✿ Headcanons - Send a word and the mun will write our a response of how it relates to their character.
✿ Truth or Dare - We all know how this one works, don’t just overrun it with dares! There’s a truth part to it y’know!
✿ Ask My Character/Mun - Ask the character anything, they are even allowed to break the fourth wall. Even send questions to the mun, this can help to know them better!
✿ Drabbles -Give the muse a prompt and they may write a short drabble on it.
✿ Red Rose - Was there ever a day you saved someone’s life or your own?
✿ Blue Rose - Is there anything that you hold dear to you?
✿ Yellow Rose - Has there been anyone that you found yourself to always be happy and or content to be around? If so, who?
✿ Green Rose - Was there ever a time you felt weak and couldn’t do anything to help motivate another? If so, what?
✿ Orange Rose - What was something that you did that was deceitful?
✿ Purple Rose - When was the time that you only thought about yourself and no one else?
✿ Monochrome Rose - Had anyone important ever left you in your life, if so who and under what circumstances?
I know artists want their works to be alive but this is too much||Open/???
A firm grasp took hold of a green shaded door, and the pianist pushed it open, then stepped through. It closed behind him with a hushed slam, and Shindou was yet again greeted with another green tinted room. What was right in front of him though was another wall, he could either go north or south. With a small sigh, he decided to go north. He footsteps were quiet, and he clutched his ball to his chest while his red rose was securely behind his ear [sort of getting tangled in his wavy, brunet hair too, what a pain].
Around the corner he spotted a few paintings of different coloured ladies, “These… Almost look familiar…” He muttered as he took a few more steps forward. There was a sudden crash, and the pianist froze. One of the paintings literally leapt off the wall, and was suddenly crawling towards Shindou at rather fast pace. The boy’s legs began to shake, and he started taking a few steps back.
He let out a uneven shriek, and dropped the soccer ball in front of his legs. Oh… Oh right! “H-Ha…” He took a small breath in to calm himself, then yelled his hissatsu, “Harmonics!” With that he sent a powerful kick towards the painting, and sent the coloured lady back. The ball rebounded, and rolled towards Shindou. He sprinted forward to retrieve his lone soccer ball, then bolted for a door. He frantically opened it, and slammed it behind him. He was sure he lost that painting. His breathing was heavy, and he could feel his heart thump violently in his chest
That was all too frightening.
He kept running, his eyes mainly were focused on the ground, and he only saw his white cleats.
He was about to collide with another body, but he skidded to almost a complete stop before he could. Although, when faced with the other, he began to frantically climb onto the other- trying to get into their arms, “O-o-oh… did that really just happened… D-did that… W-w… Ah…” His words came out in sporadic babbles, that was such a scare for the brunet.
A pause.
He spoke again, “I-Is… it gone… I… I…”
Keith himself had to deal with the colored painting ladies coming to life and chasing after him before he got to where he was now to catch his breath. He'd wrap his mind around how they could even do that, but he couldn't really. Everything that so far happened to him in this place had been a mix of confusing and off putting, and he had quickly learned that his powers were somehow limited here. Things were going to get very dangerous very fast if he didn't use them wisely now.
He was about to start walking again when the noise of a door opening and slamming shut made him turn around, shoulders tense and ready to run for it in case any of the monsters here turned out to be capable of opening doors.
Instead, he was met with the sight of a young boy, hastily running towards him with his eyes trained on the ground. Keith would have told him to be careful before he could bump into him, but oh, soon enough the brunet was climbing into his arms like a small frightened animal (his curly brown locks sort of reminded him of a cocker spaniel but that's besides the point) and soon enough, Keith found himself carrying him bridal style.
The boy blubbered for a few seconds before saying something more coherent. What should be gone? Oh, he probably ran into a nasty encounter with one of the art pieces here. No wonder he was scared and looked like he had been running away from something. Poor kid, he barely even looked older than 14; no child his age should be subjected to such dangerous, life-threatening situations without any means of self defense. Keith couldn't help but feel concerned for him.
Realizing that the boy was still in his arms, he awkwardly but worriedly asked, "Are you alright?"
"Whatever was chasing you should be gone." He added, for reassurance's sake. "You're safe now."
the sky is bootiful today [closed/ivan]
Surprisingly enough, for as long as he ha been wandering the relatively desolated gallery halls, Keith hadn't thought about what could be going on in Sternbild right now. Once he did though, he couldn't help but worry for the citizens' well-being and how his fellow superheroes may have been faring. They were surely doing alright without him--they were all capable heroes after all. He just found it a real shame he couldn't participate in keeping the city's peace like usual. And oh, his boss would probably be at his throat once he got of out here for disappearing just like that. He really hoped he could actually--the place yielded no sign of an exit as of yet, and he's been looking for what felt like hours already.
Keith really couldn't get the thought of everyone back at Sternbild out of his head though. Wild Tiger and Barnaby, Blue Rose, Dragon Kid, Origami Cyclone, Fire Emblem and Rock Bison. He silently wondered if any of them were somewhere in this gallery, too, seeing as he saw no reason for him to be the only one here...oh, and John!! Goodness gracious poor John, he must be feeling lonely and hungry back at home! Keith felt terrible; he couldn't just leave his precious dog behind like this, what kind of owner would that make him? This made him want to find a way out even more. With a new found energy, Keith began running down the hallway. Running was faster than walking, after all, and he didn't get tired easily. Maybe he'll find an exit faster this way.
As he ran along, he noticed someone far ahead. He couldn't exactly tell who it was until he got closer--soon enough, Keith made out a shock of platinum blond hair and a very familiar Japanese oriented design at the back of a lilac jacket. He couldn't be mistaken; the closer he got the surer he was that it was none other than Origami Cyclone standing there!! In a sudden rush of excitement, Keith picked up on his pace to catch up to the younger male. A shout of the other's name had formed in Keith's mouth, but hitched at the back of his throat as he felt himself tripping on his own foot carelessly, and all he managed to let out in the end was a surprised noise.
"Whoa--!"
Keith instinctively reached his arm out to grab onto any sort of support, although he knew there was none and that he should be expecting to fall on the ground embarrassingly in front of Origami. He didn't, though, because he managed to grab onto something in the nick of time. Whatever that something was, it felt a bit plushy and soft to the touch. What could it be...? Keith looked up and was
instantly
met with a faceful of Russian booty
in his hand.
hey love let's run away ♫
»Going alone in a place such as this was certainly dangerous, but there was still not a soul he had met during his whole time here. It certainly was unnerving, with paintings coming alive and such. “Art initiates life” …it seemed like something that would only happen in fictional works. That wasn’t the case, he realized not a moment after he first woke up here.
»It was quiet, eerily so. Oblio was about to make a sarcastic remark in his mind when a man was running in the opposite direction he was walking. He appeared to be a tall, blond man from what he could—
“Hello there my friend! Pardon me but I do believe running is in order!”
“Excuse—?!”
»The dancer only had a glimpse at what was chasing them when he was pulled along by the wrist, but seeing as it had no head, he naturally assumed it was another art piece brought to life. Oblio went along with it, and was slightly winded when they slowed down to a stop.
“While I do appreciate you saving me from imminent danger, I’ve been having…trust issues as of late. Who are you?”
»Though it was obvious the man wasn’t a painting or sculpture, he had to be sure…
Keith made sure that the statue wasn't lurking anywhere nearby again; you could never be too safe after all. After getting a thorough look around the corner, he finally turned to smile, half friendly and half apologetic. He didn't exactly get a good look at them back there but he could at least tell the person standing in front of him was a man about his age.
"Right! I'm sorry kind sir, that was a rather sudden act from my part." How rude, he hadn't even introduced himself yet, gosh Keith get yourself together. "My name is Keith Goodman, and I am currently...sort of lost."
But really, Keith was relieved that he bumped into another person, even if the circumstances of their encounter weren't exactly conform to how one acquaints themselves with another. Even if he was perfectly capable of fending for himself, he'd rather not wander around a dangerous place like this alone. This meant maybe even more people were here too--hopefully they didn't run into any unpleasant surprises like he did yet.
"And you are...?" While he was at it, he might as well find out more about the other too, starting with his name.
hey love let's run away ♫
Well.
This was problematic.
Keith had been wandering the gallery for what felt like hours, and had yet to find an exit or even a reception. Surely any decent art gallery would have at least both, right? Otherwise how would the visitors be able to get out when they wanted to, or ask the gallery personnel any questions they might have had? But then, Keith had figured this wasn't just any normal art gallery he somehow found himself in--it gave off a rather eerie vibe, and so far he hadn't bumped into any other visitor, which was rather strange in itself. He wasn't even sure how he got here in the first place, either. All he remembered was waking up in the middle of a hallway with a yellow rose and BB gun, which he now carried with him, lying on the floor nearby.
Eventually, Keith reached a room with more sculptures and paintings put on display. Honestly, he wasn't exactly knowledgeable in the artistic domain, but even he could appreciate art and how behind each piece there was an artist who put their everything into it. Art was truly a beautiful thing! Sometimes Keith wondered how it'd be like to dabble in painting or drawing, but neither was probably his thing.
He'd have stayed to admire the pieces longer, but upon closer inspection of one of the statues he noted how it...--kind of started moving. Moving, moving right towards him with its black arms reaching out to grab him and--
Hey maybe it was time to start moving too.
Keith quickly stepped away from the statues reach, although it soon took a turn and followed him anyway. Whoa whoa whoa, okay, it took him a few moments to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating because he was pretty sure statues didn't come to life just like that. Admittedly, it's not like he wasn't used to weird occurrences in his daily life, but even if he had already witnessed statues coming to life way back they only did so thanks to a NEXT's power. And as far as he could tell this here statue seemed to be moving without any help. He was also pretty sure he didn't smoke anything weird beforehand. Keith Goodman was incapable of doing such illegal things.
For a split second, he had forgotten that he could protect himself with both the gun and his wind powers. It didn't make much of a difference once he did though--out to kill him or not, it just didn't feel right to damage gallery property. Not only was it costly, but also disrespectful! So he decided to just turn around and run off the same way he entered, and hopefully lose the statue that unfortunately was a lot faster than it looked. Man if he had his jetpack he'd have been able to just fly off as fast as he could.
As he ran, he spotted someone heading in his direction--! Finally, someone else besides himself in this god forsaken place! Too bad this wasn't the time to be stopping and acquainting yourself with strangers, since the statue was trailing stubbornly behind. Oh no, he couldn't let the other get hurt by that thing, either. What kind of hero would let an innocent person be exposed to harm on his watch? He turned his face to look at the person as he got close enough, and slowed down while he was at it.
"Hello there my friend! Pardon me but I do believe running is in order!"
Not giving the other much time to react, he grabbed their wrist and pulled them along to a safer place. It wasn't probably very polite of him to do so, but this was all for their safety. Eventually, they probably managed to lose the statue somehow by turning a few corners and stopping at an empty hallway.
WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
Patrolling the city at night or generally going around fighting crime tends to get a person all pumped up and in high spirits!! Sometimes you even forget you were sad before!
