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IT'S FACE-SUCKING SATURDAY

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anons reply with character names.
ur character + that character = facesucking.
underagedchans can hug or hold hands etc.

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[ Let's be real, the world would end before Bradbury makes the first move.

Or would it. Because he's narrowing his eyes at her thoughtfully. ]

[For all that april notices. She pulls her tongue back in, taking a moment to wrinkle her nose at the now dry feeling of the muscle in her mouth.]

Yeah. Totally stuck.

[ The expression passes as soon as it appears, and Bradbury shakes his head. ]

We should get some water.

[ This pronouncement is followed by a valiant attempt to get up, taking April with him. ]

[Holy shit- moving. She clings to him instantly, letting out an impressive eep.]

No. No, no, I don't wanna. You were just getting fun.

[ He rolls his eyes as he suddenly finds himself an impromptu perch. ]

The kitchen isn't that far.

[ And look, he's pushing to his feet anyway, arms wrapping around her as he goes and taking her with him. ]

Is there more beer there? Are you taking us to fruity mix drinks?

[arms officially wrapped around his neck now, her cheek pressed almost fully against his as she peers around.]

The only fruity mix anyone's having is the cranapple.

[ and they're in the kitchen! and he's sliding her butt onto the counter and attempting to detach her arms from his neck. ]

[Nope. Not happening. All her drunken strength is being power into the idea that if she doesn't let go, he'll change his mind and take them back to the drinking couch.]

We were having fun.

[ Temporarily giving up on prying her off in favor of resting his hands against the counter, because oof, he can't do this all night. ]

Fun. [ He says that's word so dubiously. ]

Has Mitch programmed it out of you already?

[If her arms weren't currently occupied clinging to his neck, she'd put one hand on each of his cheeks in distress. As it is she pulls back enough to...kind of look him in the eye. She's still way too close, making the whole effect blurry.]

Fight it. There is more to life than paperwork and binary code.

Mitch isn't a robot. [ He makes the protest automatically by now, feeling like he has to defend his friend's dignity and honor and ... who is he kidding, it's not like April had (much) respect for him in the first place. Alcohol makes the proximity less alarming than it normally would be.

Almost mildly indignant: ]

Besides, Mitch isn't responsible for everything I am.

[Hey, she both loves and fears the boss. He just also happens to be a baby eating robot and people should be aware. But she makes a skeptical noise at that last comment- well. At both comments. It just happens to come after the last one.]

Okay. I guess he doesn't do your hair in the morning.

He doesn't run my life. [ He says that more firmly and insistently than he probably would while sober, leaning in to make his point -- except they're pretty much too close already, so his nose just ends up bumping into hers. ]

[Which, in proper form, just makes her give a small gig- scoff a laugh. Because April Ludgate does not giggle. Even when drunk. And she will kill anyone who says otherwise.]

Mmhm. Yeah. Those 20 hours a day following him around don't cut into anything. Thanks to those new 36 hour days the sun god gave us.

[ Hopeless. He gives up on detaching her, turning his head so his breath fans over her lips. ]

Okay, maybe I do spend too much time with the guy. It's not like anyone's jumping to invite me to parties.

[there's a mall smile with that]
so. Invite yourself.

[ Too bad he's too close to see that smile, though he can almost hear it. Dubiously: ]

Was that a come-on?

If you have to ask? No.

[Waaay too close to be sticking her tongue out again. So she just has to settle for an eye roll.]

[ He's not gonna dignify that with a verbal response. In fact, he's just gonna go ahead and kiss her, TAKE THAT. ]

[Well fine then. Be that way. She'll just have to reciprocate.

so there.]

[ this is like turning into the weirdest game of not-gay chicken ever, but whatever, rolling with it!! it's a battle of wills, who'll give up first?!

anyone else and this might actually be passably hot counter makeouts. surprisingly enough, bradbury actually seems to know what he's doing. ]

[Hot makeouts take second place to proving a point April can't remember.

But hey, while she's here and all, she'll wrap her legs around his waist too.]

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