you get the weirdest fucking anons

Hmm.

You two are completely new to me.

4: cheek kiss

Thank you for saving Oz.The fateful words that earned Gilbert the right to beat up his master for a day, leftover meat, and a stolen piece of candy. Not to mention numerous cheek-bites in return for the single pat on the head administered not long ago. 

What was it about that pat on the head that excited Alice so much? Was it acceptance, a sign that he appreciated her (to some degree)  all she really wanted from him? Whatever it was, it certainly made her happy, and the raven was certain that by the end of the week, his cheek would be bruised as a result. 

He knew that she meant it in an affectionate way, but for gods' sakes; her teeth were sharp and she bit hard. ...though, for what he was doing now, he was going to be even more bruised and injured for later, should he get caught by Sharon or Oz.

In the library he sat with Alice perched on his leg, kicking her feet as she listened to him speak, amethyst eyes glancing up every now and then to nod at him. "...and what she was actually doing in that book wasn't biting him. She was puckering her lips, pressing them to his cheek, and then pulling away. It makes sort of like a smacking sound when you pull away." The noirette hesitated, both  in disbelief that he was having to explain this and in a lack of knowing how to explain the act of kissing. It was something people grew up learning how to do. You just...knew. There was no explaining.

Suddenly Alice brightened and turned to him again, a grin on her face. "Show me, Seaweed head! I won't be able to understand if I don't have an example!"

Gilbert stared.Hahhahahahaha.Ahhh.You're kidding, right? For a moment he grimaced, willing not to bring his lips anywhere near the rabbit; but...she looked eager, and she had to learn, and it's not like she asked for a french kiss.

With a sigh Gil ran his fingers through his hair before leaning forward, mumbling a quiet "hold still" and pressing his lips to her cheek, lingering a moment.

...she smells like barbecue.  

Before he had a chance to pull away, Alice had grabbed both sides of his head and swerved away herself, only to laugh and dive right in for a kiss on the lips, eliciting a tiny shriek from him. 

☼ Now this, wasn’t something Dodo normally did. Whatsoever.

A few hugs, if he could muster up any courage though they had always become awkward. Poor Dodo, he tries! He really does but now-Alice, his new friend was still here, enjoying the stay which made Dodo happy. With her head pats to her smile and how she spoke, all which just added to the joy he felt and a hint of sadness for when she’d eventually leave.   But that was a thought for another time, right now—yes right now, Dodo was trotting his way to the young girl who had waited patiently at the pier but when he had gotten there it seemed she was laying back, eyes closed and- well napping! “uww..?” He let out, tilting his head and giving a feet pats with his feet against the wood. She’s sleeping! What to do! Should he wake her up—?

"—..." It was the pretty girl Dodo had met! But there wasn't much the bird could say other than:

"What do I think of them...? Well, I can't say much, considering women's breasts aren't on my mind all that often, but...they're bouncy...? And...help keep babies alive?"

And now for the truth. Poor Gil. He just doesn't have a filter between his head and lips anymore.