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"Junko~"
Several clicks away, the Wallop turns around with genuine fear in his eyes before facing forward and speeding his skimmer up, "I don't even have the crystal, Finn! I don't know why you're chasing me!"
Finn huffs, accelerating his own skimmer to the point that the engine groans in warning as he tries to catch up with the rogue Storm Hawk. "I'm not trying to take something from you, I'm trying to give something!"
"Whatever it is, I don't want it!" is the answering reply and honestly how insulting that anyone wouldn't want a kiss from Finn himself.
But the sniper doesn't listen and continues his hunt, lips pressed together and eyes squinted against the wind as his skimmer draws closer and closer to Junko's. His seat rattles in tandem with his engine, squeaking in protest as he pulls his controls up and to the right to send his skimmer (and himself) upside down, hair just brushing the top of the Wallop's head. Said Wallop flinches at the touch before looking up, eyebrows furling in concern.
"Aww Finn, you're gonna fall off doing that again."
His thighs are beginning to burn from clutching the seat so tightly, "No I won't! I've been working out."
"Only your upper body," Junko deadpans, "we've all seen you only work your upper body and now you have chicken legs."
Finn splutters, the movement causing the skimmer (and himself) to swing haphazardly. Deciding that a single smooch isn't worth a trip to the Wastelands (or a scolding from Stork), he rights himself, flying besides Junko and throwing his legs over the controls. "My legs are nothing like chicken ones. And besides!" The sniper sits up again, turning in his seat to face Junko, "You're just trying to distract me from my mission."
Junko's ears fold back visibly in fear but he doesn't run away, "What are you planning to do this time?"
"This!"
And with that, he leans forward, clapping his hands onto the Wallop's cheeks before standing to land a kiss on his forehead. "Blessing you with a kiss from me."
Junko blinks, apparently frozen in thought before bringing a hand to his forehead, "A kiss from you?"
"A kiss from me!" Finn affirms, still inbetween their skimmers but now with his arms crossed in victory, "Felt great didn't it?"
As he moves to sit back on his skimmer, he hears Piper's heliscooter above them. "Might want some disinfectant for that, Junko."
Finn flips her off. Unaware of the warmth in his cheeks as he pulls his controls back to the Condor.
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Now aware of the warmth in his cheeks after thinking about the forehead kiss for the fifth time this week, Finn has decided that he may have screwed up.
He is admittedly limited in experience with kisses. But the marksman is confident that getting flustered about kissing your best friend on the forehead every time he thinks about it is a serious issue. Maybe all kisses leave you like this for a week and 3 days. Maybe only some special kisses do. These serious questions require him to test his hypotheses before he can come to a solution.
Using his critical thinking skills has led to dry results (more blushing), talking to Stork about it has led to him getting kicked out of the bridge for the day, and pacing in his room in deep contemplation has given him a headache. Aware that his brain is now becoming a smouldering mess, he decides the next best thing to do is not go to Junko, the source of the problem, but instead find Piper and Aerrow, who technically are the enablers of the problem.
A quick trip to both bedrooms reveals nothing (although Finn does squint at Piper's messy sheets compared to Aerrow's pristine ones) and Radarr is currently holed up in the bathroom. He finds them in the kitchen, one on each side of the tiny island and eating in silence.
"I have a situation," Finn announces.
"We haven't touched down on a Terra in a week how did you get into trouble again?" Aerrow starts, wheeling around in his seat with his best Concerned Leader face on.
In contrast, Piper shovels a spoonful of soggy cereal into her mouth, "Since when are you not in a situation?"
Finn flips her off (she does the same back), before he reminds himself of his new mission. Scrutinising the scene before him, he realises that if he were to kiss Piper anywhere near the lips he'd get thrown out of the window by her, and Aerrow's still too concerned looking to bother yet.
Quickly, he beelines over to the mage, leaning down slightly to hold her face in place before kissing her on the cheek.
"Wh- hey?"
"Hmm, 2 out of 10." Piper responds, still chewing on her cereal, "But did that do anything for you, because it did nothing for me."
He scoffs, crossing his arms, "You are so unhelpful, I'm borrowing your boyfriend then."
"What?!"
Leaving no time for either to react, Finn hops over to the sky knight's side, forcing his chair to turn in order to face him before grasping him by the shoulders. One kiss on the right cheek, a second on the left, a third on the forehead and a final fourth smack-dab on the lips. Aerrow (understandably) falls off his seat as soon as Finn turns back to Piper.
The mage glances between him, and her boyfriend now leaning against the island, cheeks flushed red and eyebrows knitted together in confusion, "Glad it did something for him though. But what the fuck are you doing this for anyway?"
"Well, first of all, his lips are really dry in the morning," Finn begins, keeping his face deadpan as Aerrow punches him in the shoulder (it hurts a lot), "second of all, that did nothing to me either."
Piper nods like this is a regular occurrence on the Condor, "But I'm guessing that you did feel something when you kissed Junko?"
Hammer on the head, nail in the coffin, "How did you know-"
"I just know."