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SPIN THE BOTTLE

BASIC RULES:
1. comment with your character (name | canon | preference in the subject)
2. rng that shit (level + option)
3. sloppy makeouts and tender feelings are had

note: younger characters (you know who you are) pleaseee refrain from picking the more inappropriate options, thank you!

TAME:
1. tell that person a secret
2. kiss (cheek/forehead/somewhere chaste)
3. hold hands
4. hug
5. sit on lap

MODERATELY AWKWARD:
1. kiss on the mouth (deep kiss)
2. give a hickey (neck)
3. straddle/sit on except more indecently
4. "butt grabs" ie light fondling/touching (through clothing)
5. whisper something dirty to them

RAUNCHY SHIT:
1. touch inappropriately-- how inappropriately is up to you
2. tell them something dirty enough to make them react (blush/get aroused/idk)
3. full on makeout, if there are no tongues it doesn't count
4. lap... dance.....
5. xxx (xcuse me i don't mean 2 b rude but 2nite i'm fuking u)

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[He's going as careful as he can, like always. Freaking Poland out is the last thing he wants, because what if the guy bites his tongue?! Keeping calm, he waits and braces himself before sliding his tongue inside. He does his best not to rush himself, awkwardly feeling around, trying to get a sense of what is "right" when it comes to this. His tongue brushes against Poland's and he freezes, withdrawing a bit.]

[There's a really likely chance that Poland will bite his tongue. When he feels his tongue, he freezes and squeezes his eyes shut. This feels weirder than anything before. He's never felt another tongue? It's so slick feeling. He's not sure if he needs to do something, but if Sweden can do this so can he! Leaning up a little, he slides his tongue forward to move it against Sweden's. That felt weird and is that really all there is to it?]

[He's not expecting Poland to lean up, so he keeps absolutely still, allowing him to do whatever. It definitely feels weird. A little gross? He's actually not sure what to make of it. Sweden tests the waters and slides his tongue back against Poland's, concentrating and trying to get the hang of it. Even if just a little bit. This is good practice okay.]

[So now Poland's just practice? Rude. Poland's certain he'll never be doing this again so if it's just once it's okay, right? Just one instance they'll both deny in the future. It'll sort of be like it never even happened. Until then, they're in this position.

Poland's not sure why this is called french kissing other than only France would like something this weird. It really is a little gross, but maybe if this was something he had wanted to do it wouldn't be entirely bad. The problem is, though, that Sweden's so much taller so Poland tugs him down a little by his shoulder so he doesn't have to lean up as much. That could be construed completely wrong, but Poland just wants some comfort okay. If anybody saw them they might actually look like two people who want to do this thanks to Poland. Oops.]

[His eyes open wide when he's tugged, unsure as to why he's being tugged (because, most of the time, he's not too self-aware). Sweden braces himself, pulled in and left slightly confused. He doesn't let it interrupt what they're doing, awkwardly putting his hands just above Poland's hips to steady himself as he's forced to lean down.

It's definitely foreign still. He's never so much as kissed anyone outside of Mistletoe shenanigans around Christmas time, so this... it's frightening. He's afraid of messing up. After a few more seconds, he pulls away, perhaps a bit too quickly. It just feels wrong. He doesn't want to do this any more than he has to.]

--Sorry.

[Poland's confused for a moment until he realizes where their hands were placed. Poland's always been one for not thinking and his impulsiveness always gets him in trouble when he realizes what he's done after.

He quickly moves away, feeling shy. It hadn't really been a matter of wanting more, but really just wanting to be comfortable and stop being so tall, Sweden.] You're tall. [It's as much of an explanation as he can give.

It really isn't much of one, but it makes sense in his mind okay.]

[He stares for a bit. He can't help but be awkwardly amused by that as a reaction. It explains Poland pulling him in for the kiss, at least. He sighs, shaking his head in a manner of being amused, though it doesn't really show.]

Sorry. [It's not a real apology like the last one was. He can't help but be tall. Straightening up, he pulls away some more, fixing his glasses.]

We... done?

[Why is he shaking his head at him? Still it's not nearly so scary and Poland's just confused. Did he disagree with something? Was he really not sorry? WHO KNOWS WHAT SWEDEN MEANS...

He nods and fixes his hair.] Yeah, that's like, all we had to do, right?

[It's a mystery. Not even Finland understands what goes on in his head. He nods as well, sighing.]

Think so.

So then like, this never happened. Ever.

[That's his story and he's sticking to it.]

Right.

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