Kiss Kiss! [Kissing Booth ==> Visit (Worlds Collide Event)]

Takeru entered in slowly, scared, but kind of excited.
"Hi." He said nervously.

"Alright." Takeru said, now forever mentally shattered, despair entering his eyes as the trauma of Bhima resurfaced in his mind. He did kiss him,  and without another word, left after taking the ticket.
"Goodbye, cruel fate."he said once outside.
Then there was a gunshot, and after, only silence.

Maria meekly arrived at the booth, looking from side to side as if trying to seek something out as if something were following her. As usual, it never really helped that she stood out like a sore thumb with the coffin on her person. Nevertheless, she never thought about indulging anything like this before. It seemed utterly ridiculous, but... she was awfully curious. In itself, the Cadet saw it as a crime and kept berating herself from attending. It was indecent, yet something about it moved her feet toward it instead of away from it as if it were a tempting sinful fruit hanging before her. Was this what Eve was feeling when that apple hung before her...?


Whoever was handling the booth, she handed the little piece towards them. After coming all this way, might as well get it over with, right?

Normally Maria would be busy scrunching her young face from the harsh odor of burning cigarettes. She hated the smell as it was so prevalent back at home and at his father's work. But she was busy standing there, her soft face beginning to redden in an embarrassed hue. She would thank the Lord that she actually received someone very easy on their eyes. There was a confident charm to him that really hit the spot. But she really couldn't allow any words leave her very lips. "C-could you give me a m-moment? I... I don't feel ready..."

Maria's face was now the hue of a bright red tomato, such a tell tale sign that she never had such an experience before. But of course, her earlier work at the booths didn't really count. It was hard to count those in their own little ways and they paled in comparison to the stud in front of her.

It was most fortunate that the man was rather understanding. It was a kindness that Maria was not one to allow it to go unpaid. She began to breathe in and out, as if trying to finally get herself in gear. But... she just couldn't do it. She cupped her face with both hands and started to feel a heat formidable to a furnace, it just was too much for her. Yet she had to try. And try she did, after a moment and when she started to flap her hand like a fan against her thermal head.

Feeling his hand against her cheek, Maria was seriously caught off guard. Sure, there was the devious little smirk of his. Her heart beat at a fearsome rhythm. It was actually going to be happening. That little fruit that she had been told to never eat, she was going to taste now. She was about to lean in as well, relinquishing and preparing herself what would come next. Except, she didn't expect this.

She blinked for one moment, eyes at the size of saucers. No longer was that shy girl. Maria was a demon jilted of her prize. Sure, she normally wouldn't mind something so innocent, but to mislead her to this point and to take advantage of her innocence...


Before Natashi could understand what happened next, the loud cracks of gunfire filled the booth as if someone kept pressing on the trigger with utmost prejudice. Once the cacophony stopped, Maria silently exited and walked away.

"U-uhm... I suppose this is the way..." Charles squirmed as his turn came. He'd already kissed Shunnosuke as practice, but... data was inconclusive... and he'd taken a ticket for this already. It was just that the kiss they shared was way too personal. He needed to be able to observe the phenomenon from afar, kissing someone he'd never seen or hadn't really gotten to know as well as his girlfriend and whatever status the rich blonde held in his heart.

As much as he wanted to be objective though, the event uneased him more than he was willing to admit. He was just hoping it wouldn't end up sullying the results...

"I'm at the right place, aren't I?" He asked when he reached the booth.

    "Looking for the kissing booth?" Julian questioned as the young man approached. "Just let me see your ticket and I can point you in the right direction."

    Once Charles had shown him the ticket, Julian would nod. "Alright, just head over to the door with the number that matches the one on your ticket. For you, that's 9." Offering the customer a smile and a thumbs-up, he added, "Have fun!" before he stepped aside and allowed Charles to enter the hallway.

"Ah, all right, thank you." Charles nodded to the man who greeted him, taking a moment to look him over before walking further down the hall, looking for the booth number 9... Once he found it, he peeked inside slightly to glance over and see who was handling it. A few loose strands of hair shifted over his face as he tilted himself and his red eyes glistened a wink of gold.