OC Kiss Week - Kiss Booth Part 2
[Part 1]
(M/M, offscreen M/F, Gen OC Kiss Fic)
The initial set-up of the venue was completed, letting the event begin properly. And, not too long after, someone popped up. Well, someone knocked upon it, the unmistakable sound of a white cane hitting against the plastic of the booth's table.
"Excuse me. Sorry, we are having a bit of an event here in the park today. Are you okay?"
"I am. Don't worry about it." He said, elegant long red hair shining under the sun alongside what was probably a scarf and a particularly unfitting for summer outfit. "I hope I haven't broken or scuffed anything. Would you mind telling me what is going on here, while you're at it?"
"It is all fine. Nothing happened to the table." Cel told the man. "The Deaf and Hard-of-Hearing Association of Waldesburgo is performing a fundraiser to stabilize their resources. You, uh, just stumbled upon the kiss booth I have been entrusted with. Would you like me to guide you through the park?"
"Ah, so that is what is going on. No need to trouble yourself. I'm just going around on a daily walk of sorts. I am tempted to go in, I won't lie, but I would rather not stumble and trip upon every new thing that has been set on this location. Besides I imagine there won't be much successful communication to satisfy my wants if I were to go inside, now would there?"
"I mean, there are also some people here who speak tactile, if that helps. As well as a couple more person of hearing hanging around, if you'd like to check things out." Cel offered.
"Sadly, it doesn't. But, well, if you're so kind as to see if one of those guides are available, I would enjoy being able to satisfy my curiosity." He said, humming a small laugh as he did so. "However, let me first request some of your services. How much for a kiss on my cheek?"
"Oh. Two reais, if you may." Calmly, the man produced the relevant amount from an antique looking wallet and extended it to the alchemist, who took it and slid it in the box that had been offered to him. "I'm going to have to touch you now. Is that okay?"
Receiving a nod of affirmation, Cel extended his hand towards the other man's cheek, only to be rewarded with a startle as the 'scarf' he was wearing did, in fact, turn out to be a very much alive snake. "U-uh…"
"She won't bite. No need to worry." As if on command, the animal brushed itself against the hand, comfortably nuzzling him.
You know what? Not the weirdest exotic pet he had seen or heard of by far. So be it.
Carefully petting her, Cel moved forwards, delivering a small peck to the other man's cheek. For all that he was wearing, he somehow still felt cold, but honestly, that didn't feel bad given the current weather. The red hair brushed against him, as soft and well cared as the skin he had just touched. At such a small distance, the boy could better appreciate the little details of precisely applied make-up that adorned the other man's skin, an as well put together appearance as possible.
"Thank you. Both for sating my curiosity, and for helping out my cousins of sort." He said, pointing towards his own eyes. "Now, if you could get me that guide?"
"Of course! Please, wait here just a second!"
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"Oooooi! Celly!" The familiar shout of a certain Moon Rabbit got the man's attention. Almost immediately, Walder made his way up to him, grinning from ear to ear. "Hey man!!! What you doing here?"
"Walder! I could ask you the same, honestly. As for me…" He wordlessly pointed at the sign.
"Oh, the boss just asked me to come here and deliver an emergency order shipment to one of our buyers. Nothing too big. Now lemme- Aaaaaah. I see, I see. A fundraiser for the Deaf and Hard-of-hearing. Like your forest ranger friend? Wait, was that bad of me to ask?" The man asked, pep in each step and word he shared.
"It wasn't, don't worry. Idunn is part of this association, though she is not here today." Cel replied. "So yeah, if you decide to spend money on this booth or any of the other things they're offering here, you'll help them keep active and assisting each other."
Walder's black-haired ears seemed to twitch with curiosity and excitement as he processed that. "I seeeeee. And you're telling me, if I just put two bucks here, I get to do all that while kissing you about it."
"If you want to."
Confidently, the man slapped a bill on the table. "Easiest decision ever~! Come on! Put 'em up!"
Cel couldn't say he hadn't ever felt curious about the farmer before. So, he happily reached for the Moon Rabbit's chin, who wasted no time to zoom forwards for a kiss, though somehow one that didn't feel rough or coming in too strong. It was honestly fun, like he was ready to begin an energetic game of tag out of it. It was so incredibly Walder-like.
Infected with glee, the man hopped in place before prepping himself to run back to his farm. "Alright then! Thanks for that, Celly! See ya!"
"See ya, Walder! Take care!" He waved, watching mister endless energy generator go off to work.
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An intriguing person appeared in front of Cel. Effortlessly managing heeled sandals, the man carried way-too-fancy shades, a white crop top and trousers that went Just above the knees. His purple hair joined his clothes in a style most would expect to see 40 years ago, while his pointy ears marked him as one of the Fairies.
Actually, there was something else. The way he moved, the way he was built, the Oschner was sure he had seen these before in dance tutorial videos Marilyn shared with him. More than that, he was sure this specific person was very familiar.
Pulling down his shades and bending forward just a bit in order to read the instructions left on the table, the man nodded and extracted the cash required for this particular transaction. "I see. As worthy a cause as any, I suppose. May I?"
Taking the money, Paracelsus voiced a small affirmation and motioned to get up, only for the other man to push him back on his seat and cup his cheek upwards. Bending over further, he moved towards the brunette's lips with a smirk, making sure to make that kiss count.
And boy, did it. The 'affection' delivered was cold in temperature, Cel wondering if that was a result of natural body heat or some sort of lipstick, but not in intensity. There, it was absolutely overwhelming, a clear affirmation of self that dared the other person to keep up. He was sure there was a test in there, but not which direction would make one win.
He seemed to do well enough, though. Moving back with a pleased smile, the man asked. "That was fun. You wouldn't happen to be willing to take a small trip to the next city tonight, would you? I can compensate, if needed."
"Sorry. I have family members to care for. Besides, I already have my actual partners to spend time with tonight."
"Humph. Phooey. That is fine, though. Cherish them. That which you have is the kind of thing that must be appreciated." The genuine honesty in his voice was palpable, to say the least. Then, he picked a card from a pocket and handed it over to Paracelsus. "That being said, if you are free in the next couple days and if they are okay with it, give me a call. I'm sure you'll be a lot of fun."
The piece of paper he was given carried in it the address for a Very fancy hotel in the nearest city. The highest and most expensive floor in that building, to be specific. As the man left, the Alchemist decided to grab the all-too-real possibility he was just propositioned by the number one actor in the continent, store it away somewhere and not think too much about it.
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Whoa! A wild Waldesburgo's biker gang appeared!
"Afternoon, miss Hartmann. Are you doing well?"
"Quite so, Oschner. Even if the formality is unnecessary." Hilda greeted in return, seven or so of her girls nearby, making sure their bikes were takes care of and parked properly. "So? A kiss booth, huh? Is money being a problem again? I could probably get you some part time gig at a friend's place, if you want an excuse to wring every bit of tip money possible again."
"No need for that. Money is fine, all considered, and I promise I'm doing this volunteer work without a drop of service worker predatoriness. Everything going on in the park today is part of a fundraiser organized by Waldesburgo's Deaf and Hard-of-hearing Association. They have done a lot for me, so I'm paying back, is all." He explained, then, very purposefully, raised his voice. "There are a couple girls manning booths around the corner on my left, too!"
About half of the group Hilda brought with her immediately excused themselves and moved themselves on that direction, their leader letting out a hearty laugh in return. "Very well. Good on you for that, Oschner. So, who is the leader of this merry group again? Your brother's old teacher, right?"
"Yup, mister Voigt. Search for the red-haired man that dresses like a dystopia flick character from 30 or 40 years ago. Can't miss him."
"Noted. I'll see if there is a more direct way he and I can help each other, later. But first." Discreetly sliding a two dollar bill towards Paracelsus, she made her request with her characteristic gusto. "Come on, boy! Bring that cheek over here!"
The boy did as requested, letting out a cheerful laugh when the woman grabbed his face and gave his cheek a cartoonishly strong kiss. It felt good, though. It was alive, full of love and compassion for all she had ever met, rejuvenating in its might and silliness. He couldn't help wonder if this what it felt like, to have aunts around in one's life. It was just nice, yeah.
"Alright, girls! Come on! Time for y'all to pitch your share too!"
… huh?
Looking straight ahead once Hilda let go of him, he saw four other of the biker girls neatly standing in line waiting for their turn.
Oh boy.
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Whew. He survived it. That was a strong round of puckering up.
"Hehehe. Having fun, Cel?"
The brunette blinked, then looked to the side to see someone sitting down on a chair just next to him. "Damian!? What are you doing here? Also, what about Ben and Marilyn?"
"Well, we knew you wouldn't let us help from the get go, so we all went to the last store we wanted to take a look at, then agreed to come back to join the volunteer crew. Hope you don't mind seeing me smooch a whole lot of people too!" He said with a cheerful tone, though the end of that sentence sure made him blush strong. Also, very pointedly, he had a 'sign slowly' warning accompanying his 'hearing person' one. "As for Marilyn, she felt like doing this could get her into some trouble on her career later on, so she decided to stick to backstage support alongside Ben. Is that okay? Should we get someone to take him home?"
Cel attempted to let himself relax, breathing out slowly. "It is fine. He can handle this kind of stuff. Just come closer for a second."
"Sure! Like this?"
"Yup. Now, let me-" With a fine level of dexterity, Paracelsus quickly took out that same vial of lip balm from his bag and applied it to his boyfriend's lips, making sure to coat it properly. "There we go. And, Damian? Thank you all for helping me with this. I mean it."
The blonde chuckled, taking in the feelings. "Of course! Idunn and the others are our friends too, after all. Now come on! Let us do our best!"
"Yeah!"
Isaac Winthrop (blind, red haired man with pet snake) is @mountainashfae's OC. Every other OC mine.
("Celly is working hard today, huh? Hum... hehehe. Guess I'll stop by later cheer him on, then!")