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[symmachy]

SATURDAY FACE-SUCKING MEME



❤ COMMENT with your characters.
❤ COMMENT to characters with who they should make out with (ANON also cool!)
❤ Everyone makes out with everyone else in the comments.
❤ All is hideous.
❤ Underage characters can choose a different action, such as FRIDAY SATURDAY DATE NIGHT!
❤ NO ONE IS LATE.
❤ In honor of this being my 3 year C&Cversary/Sweetest Day!
❤ Stolen from everybody, and dedicated to all.

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[waiting]

Most of them. [ He admits. As to the latter, he shrugs. ]

You know how he is.

[doubleoohbaby]

Mm, I do know how he is. I have always wondered something about him...

[waiting]

Yeah? What's that?

[doubleoohbaby]

You might be able to help me out on it, actually.

[He's leaning close like there's a secret to be told, peering over his shoulder, then about the room before turning his attention straight back to Bradbury. There's a brief pause, as if he's considering the right wording for it, but then he's twisting on the stool, reaching out on arm, grabbing for a fistful of Bradbury's shirt and tugging him forward. All in one swift, fluid movement. It's with a quick follow up that James closes the gap (he doesn't want to give Bradbury too much time to think), his head tilting and lips pressing firmly to Rick's, nothing chaste or innocent about it, just firm, forceful and a little rough. Bradbury can at least be thankful the tongue stays out of it. For now.]

same icon both threads BECAUSE I CAN GODDAMIT

[waiting]

[ To say Bradbury's caught a bit off guard would be like saying the Niagara Falls is a bit of fast-running water - technically accurate, but in no way representative of the whole picture. The shock keeps him reacting for all of a second - that was definitely not any kind of brotherly kiss or whatever - before he yanks his head back fast enough to give himself whiplash, sputtering. ]

What the hell? [ His eyes dart between Bond and the rest of the room, trying to see if anyone else saw that, before he settles for just staring at Bond incredulously. ] The fuck is that supposed to help you with anything?

it's the sexiest of icons

[doubleoohbaby]

[It's no surprise that didn't last long, but James is almost disappointed he couldn't at least persuade Bradbury to hanging on for a few more seconds. He'll just have to chalk it down to a knee jerk reaction rather than a dislike to the kiss itself. Never had any complaints before.]

Just experimenting. [Said with a lopsided shrug, his tone verging on disinterested and certainly not at all concerned by the whole matter. No point in worrying who saw that. People can think what they want, Bond doesn't give a shit if they want to assume he's a flaming queer.]

bradbury is a beast it's true

[waiting]

[ Sorry, Bond, you're just going to have to live with the disappointment. Bradbury doesn't wipe off the back of his mouth, but he does take a drink from his glass, a long one, like he'd be perfectly happy pretending that didn't just happen. ]

Next time, experiment on someone else. Besides, aren't you already taken? [ Which is shorthand for "I feel like Zee would kill me if she knew about this." Bradbury lingers over the edge of his glass, but when a thought suddenly occurs to him, he whips his head around to stare at Bond accusingly. ]

Wait, so was that to find out if Mitch was gay?

such a manly, handsome beast

[doubleoohbaby]

[In contrast, Bond is doing a lot less drinking and a lot more staring, curious and interested as if he's observing something fascinating. He doesn't seem all that worried about the mention of Zee, but that's probably because she'd just want to film it next time. Maybe.

He doesn't speak for some time, but then Bradbury seems to be catching on and Mitch's name is dropped easily.]

Is he gay?

[waiting]

[ Bradbury's jaw drops. Because seriously, Bond? Seriously? ]

No he's not! [ Said with a forcefulness and conviction that would make Mitch proud. ] Or-- hell, he never talks about that crap, you know? He's dated a couple of girls since I met him.

[doubleoohbaby]

Dating women is not a sure sign of heterosexuality, Bradbury. [Silly, faithful boy. Perhaps he needs to be taught a thing or two about gayness, or just how to get his gaydar working properly.]

I just always thought you two were rather close.