🍻 + “tell me about your first kiss? Any compared since then?” drunken confession || (always accepting) || @liteemup
A long sigh left the mouth of the duplicator; drawn out, exaggerated, since he knew exactly the answer to Jubilee's question.
He was currently hanging half off the couch in his living room with her, somewhat haphazardly upside-down, drink on the coffee table in front of it. Probably not a good idea being in this tipsy, teetering-on-drunk state, especially since the dizziness paired with the blood rushing to his head was making him feel anything but delightful.
"Maaan, this' so embarrassin'." Billy grumbles out as he shifts his tall self right-side back up onto the couch, now sitting like a normal damn person with a huff. "'Cause y'know what, Jubes? I dunno if I can even count it as it bein' m' first kiss 'cause the girl kissed a dang clone, not me!" Saying it out loud, it was funny, and he even let out a chuckle because of it.
"I was like, I dunno, fifteen. Silly-ass game a' truth 'r dare with a duplicatin' twist, her tryina' figure out which one was the real me outta three. 'Course, just like anybody else, she got it wrong, ended up smoochin' a clone instead. But it just so happened that that was technically m' first kiss so..." A dramatic shrug from the multiplier.
"I mean, I kinda felt it when it happened, but it ain't the same, y'know?" A tease of a kiss for him, really, only feeling the ghosting effect as it happens rather than the full physical of it.
"I guess actual first kiss was more typical, was with the first person I got with a few years later. Nothin' crazy, n' yeah, have had better since then. Usually kinda strive for that, y'know?"
