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You stand in front of the group, settling down on the couch per Kinger's request. You're not sure what's gotten to him, as one moment you were calmly walking towards the pillow fort and the next, Kinger is exclaiming, 'I forgot to teach my class!'
While everyone held some levels of reluctance to be herded towards the couch, they all agreed to follow along once spotting the strange craze look in Kinger's eyes. Kinger walks down the length of the couch, his hand pointing at each of the members as if taking roll call. It mostly earns him confused smiles and a scoff from Jax. Content with his full class, Kinger comes to stand beside you, his hand lightly holding yours.
"Now, remember kids,-" Kinger begins his lesson.
"Is he calling us kids?" Pomni immediately cuts in with disbelief.
"I mean, compared to his age, I guess we are." Zooble's monotone voice pipes up with a careless shrug.
"Shush!" You glare towards the two, not wanting them to drown out Kinger or his efforts for whatever he is doing. It seems your look is sharper than intended, as it causes the pair to fall silent.
"If you love someone and they're okay with it." Kinger, absent-mindedly, point towards Gangle at his mention of consent. It causes the group to quietly break into laughter at the gesture and at Gangle's baffled expression on her Tragedy mask for being singled out.
"Be sure to give them a kiss." Kinger leans towards you. You can feel the slight pressure of his wooden frame as he presses where his mouth would be on your cheek. His attempts at a kiss that you appreciate all the same.
"Oh! That's really sweet-" Ragatha compliments and leads up to questioning on why the need for the sudden lesson is abruptly cut off. As Kinger hands grab your waist just as he turns to the group, with a crazed, feral look in his eyes.
"But not just any kiss. I mean full-on macking it, baby!"
"Kinger- what?!" You don't get a chance to complain or question, as Kinger dips you with a strength you forget he possesses. Your hands fly up to latch onto his shoulders, right as Kinger dips his head down and proceeds to firmly kiss you. The group jaw's drop at the sight. The group is used to your playful banter or occasional chaste peck. Yet they have never witnessed outright affection from the two of you; it feels like crossing the same line as watching your parents kiss.
Second-hand embarrassment. Uncomfortable. Gross.
Kinger pulls away from the kiss, his pupils blown wide, and only a thin ring of blue remains as he addresses the stunned group. "Make them gasp for air!" Kinger concludes his lesson. Not missing a single beat as he shares his wisdom with the group.
The group's gaze naturally drops down towards you, and you're clearly out of breath state as you stare up at Kinger in awe. The group can only watch as Kinger helps you up and guides you away without a single wave goodbye or farewell. Presumably heading towards the pillow fort to finish what he started.
"...Who knew old Kinger had it in him." Jax comments, breaking the silence.
"Is that why their teeth are always chipped?" Gangle wonders out loud, pointing out the fact that your teeth always seem crooked, even after Caine fixed them with a click of his fingers. It seems that 'mackin' it' can be hazardous to teeth, especially if your partner happens to be a wooden chess piece.