#punkisses

3: Nose Kiss

It took a moment for Eiseng to plan this whole scenario out. There was over a foot in height difference. 

All she had to do was mark out where Lucius would be at the right time. She had the trampoline in place and everything. This was tested out so many times before it worked, but she could do this.

Lucius was rounding around the corner, and that’s when Eiseng knew she had to make her move.

16: Upside-Down Kiss

There she was on the couch, flipping through a book like it was nothing. He took a deep breath, internally praying for the safety of the thin line of friendship between them, before he slowly crept up behind the girl.

Breathe in. Breathe out. 

He cautiously approached before he loomed over her and quickly leaned down to give her a quick peck on the cheek.

6: Gentle Peck

There weren’t enough words in the world to describe how thankful she was to Chiyo, and so, she decided to do it in the best way she thought was good for expressing her eternal gratitude.

She dropped down to one knee before the computer specialist.

Grabbing his hand, she gingerly pressed her lips against it before she looked up at Chiro, a bright smile on her face.

20: Any of the Above

The archivist beamed down at the girl, very much appreciating her choice in fashion.

Oh!

Hopefully, she’d be able to remember this girl if her appearance was so flashy. Perhaps after this little smooch, she could ask the horror mangaka to write down her name.

Maybe they could even be friends!

She had to refrain from bouncing up and down in excitement and merely settled for eagerly giving a peck on the girl’s cheek, making sure to avoid the make-up.

When she pulled back, her eyes widened as she noticed something rather off.

3: Nose Kiss

Sven internally screamed as he stared down at the other.

Germs. Germs. Germs.

Did people even know how disgusting it was to swap spit!? Still, he had to get it over with. Deep breaths. The pessimist tried to calm himself as best as he could, slowly trying to approach the archer.

With slick hands and furrowed brows, he carefully tried to plan each move as he inched over, trying his best to delay this horrific kiss for as long as possible.

11. My muse confesses their love to yours then kisses them

. The jouster's face was flustered as she stammered out excuses of any sort to not enter the closet with the egyptian mythologist. It was no dice because the door was already being shut on her face, and the click of a lock told her that she was doomed. She stared awkwardly at Khu before she took a deep breath and dropped down to a knee. If she was going to do this, she was going to do this properly like the knight she was. She took a hold of the other's hand. 

9. Rough kiss.

It was much too cramped to be in the closet for Hermann, but his discomfort must have paled in comparison to squishing the tinier talent manager before him. He was practically close to tears at that point because he didn’t mean to be so big. He didn’t mean to take up so much room. He really didn’t! He didn’t expect to ever be chosen, but it seemed like luck had it out for him. He was picked to go into this small closet with an even smaller guy.

2. A long kiss.

The host was unfazed by the turn of events. After all, it should have been expected with all the punsonas inviting so many people to play all sorts of shenanigans with them. So, when a chance encounter with spin the bottle led both the spraypaint artist and himself into a closet, he, here, was, idly staring at the other. Rhonda leaned in close to the other, close enough so that his lips brushed against Seijoru’s ear. “I apologize that I’m not who you want me to be, Seijoru, but if you wish, feel free to pretend that I’m him.”