Beach Filler Episode (OPEN)

[Dust]

Dust thought the girl was adorable, and only mildly compared her to Tamsin. He tried to avoid the ideas of having cute kids with the maid and focused on the conversation. He related to her, in some degree. His parents were also dead, but he still knew how to smile just as she did. Molly.. An adorable name for an adorable little girl... Despite the oddity of the experience, he found himself waving casually at her as she ran off, even if she didn't look back.

When he used his abilities without proper payment prior to ripping out a man's intestines, a gnawing and clawing sensation would always form inside of him. It slowly overpowered his ability to think about anything but what he needed to do. He'd never gone long enough without the payment to know what happens after that, but he currently was feeling the opposite. He had allowed the kiss to last as long as she wanted, and she had achieved his minimum 3-second requirement, leaving him with warm cheeks and feeling empowered. Where the gnawing felt distorted and fuzzy, this feeling started with a faint joy and clarity. He was none-the-wiser of what prompted the girl to come find him, or of her crush on him finding mild satisfaction but possibly growing more hungry for his attention, but she left him with smiles and that was important.

When Dust finally realized she had also left her cotton candy, or at least more than he thought his kiss was worth, he tensed up. He went to call her, but she was already gone from his view. He frowned at the sweet puffy candy that barely looked like it could stay on the paper cones even though he knew better, he worried about why she had so many and felt like he should track her back down and return them. Only to have his inner thoughts were interrupted by a feisty feline.

Dust looked down at a blue cat in a bathing suit, which threw him off in several ways, and a little dog next to her. The cat seemed all too eager to take on the unadvertised challenge of testing out his kisses, but the canary colored dog wasn't as excited. He watched the exchange with a bit of grief running down his neck and was about to say something when the first girl thrust her paws into the second's top. The man's jaw fell open behind the booth and he couldn't believe the lack of boundaries on this girl. Then she slapped the coins she found on the desk and called Dust a hunk. Which only turned the handsome man's face even redder.

Hokori's face twisted a bit in the awkward air now, as he let out a nervous chuckle at Rosie's probing. The rattling of coins in the previously empty jar - the booth magically moving them with the same kind of timing as someone nudging him and saying 'they already paid for it' in a sing-song voice. He felt obligated at this point, as it was only right. When you paid for a service, you rightfully expect to get that service. He would be no better than a common thief to deny it, despite how much force the cat had used to get it. With a side glance at the long nose man that had followed the two in, he picked himself up to move around the booth and lowered himself to her level.

He took a knee and allowed himself to slouch this once, but even that didn't fully bring him to the cat's smaller stature. He took a deep breath then offered his best smile. Rosie's excitement got the best of her, and she didn't even wait to be invited to take what she paid for. The kitten moved into his personal space with the same caution to the wind kind of movement that had been present when she reached into the dog's top, and before he even had his muscular arm around her she was putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing her mouth against his.

Rosie had expected magic, but even when the sexy man began to kiss her, the level of passion fell short to her ridiculously high expectations. That said, he did a great job trying. He squeezed her close and pressed his mouth against her's firmly. If only he had more confidence in his kiss... But perfect he was not. She left his arms with a fun story to tell, but he wasn't the prince she was waiting for. Still a hunk though! She purred and then moved over to her puppy friend. "You're up!!" She exclaimed, before pushing her friend into the arms of a stranger.

Isabelle let out an adorable yip as she was pushed into Dust, trying to stop but failing and falls short. Dust felt pity for the cute little thing and immediately reached his hand out to help her up. She tried to apologize, but he just chuckled as she fretted over the embarrassment. It never crossed her mind that she could say no, and she was just too cute for Dust to not feel bad about offering her an out. He reached up to her cheek and petted it gently. "Just relax, it's just for fun." He promised.

The comforting touch stunned the dog long enough for Dust to properly scoop her up. His hands slid under her jaw and lifted her muzzle to level with his face, then leaned in. Sparks of blush exploded across Isabelle's face. Something about the stranger's kindness and patience instilled in her some sort of motivation to kiss back. Closing her eyes she kissed him back.

Admittedly the nervous tremble of her lower lip as she put more of herself into it made the kiss that more appealing. Dust was surprised as well how well she did. After three seconds, as it was a default number in his head that he was so used to using, Dust pulled away with a big grin on his face and a soft laugh. "You did wonderfully!" He complimented the nervous puppy and left her burning with embarrassment. Releasing her face and bringing his hands to lay casually over his own knee, she stammered back to her friend.

The only other person in the tent was the guy, and as much as he preferred the girls, he thought it is rude not to offer. "What about you?" He asked, reaching up and scratching his cheek.