User blog:MockingJester/Reluctant boop

What the...? Boop the snek with snoot boop?

Joey looks at the scrambled note, trying to make sense of what he just read "That can't be it. There must some hidden meaning. No way it'd be a pat on the head".

Once again, he looks at the back, seeing Fernando. His fingers were aligned forward, pushing forward. With this, accompanied a determined expression steaming from his face while quickly eyeing Linda. "Do eet!" he mouths, emphasizing his action with an obvious leaning toward Joey. Any closer and the man would have likely pushed him ahead.

Joey's stare turn to the perceived woman. Linda, busy putting her book to a close as the lesson reached the same length. Joey couldn't help but have butterflies have a rave party in his stomach every time he so much as glanced at her. Round glasses with a spiraling motif that would hide her gaze unless looking intently, a splendid, yet classic ponytail, a set of attires that pick the yellow shades, blending well with her azurite scales and hair. And her womanly form was nothing to scoff at either, although Joey looked mostly at her personality over anything else. After all, there was nothing much sweeter than someone easily forsaking their lunch for someone else who didn't have the mean to bring or buy one.

"Such a sweet woman she is. And this guy wants me to boop her in the snot?! The hell does he take me for?!" Joey spits out silently but violently ripping the paper to shred before shoving them in the trash can he fashioned next to his classroom table, in the bewildered eyes of Fernando, the latter making a hair-pulling motion with each shred of paper, his lips moving at an inaudible shape "What are you doing!?"

Joey ignores the man's advice, hearing the bell ring in his head. Picking up his stuff, he spares one last sight at Linda, sighing all the more "Well, this didn't help me at all...". He departs from class, making sure not to be anywhere near her by accident. Meaning he'd be last to leave...

Dinner time has come. Joey goes to sit at his usual table, among a group he was well welcomed into. In a typical day, Joey would occasionally look in Linda's direction for no longer than a few seconds, afraid that anyone would notice, thinking of the perfect way to introduce himself. Today was no different, his mind juggling the conversation he was having with his buddies and simulating a myriad of manners to get her attention, simulations in which he horribly failed.

"Joey? Can I speak to you?" a voice chords behind him, inaudible to his friends but clear as crystal to his ears. He turns back, seeing yet another lamia. Her scales and hair cut short, as green as the emerald gem that sprouts from the earth. One of his eyebrows rises in curiosity. Still, he gets up, following her to a more secluded location.

"What is it?" he asks, crossing his arms together with doubt in his voice. The deepest corner of his mind rang the moment he spoke those words. It'd be something he didn't want to get in.

"I've noticed you've been eyeing Linda for a while, did you not?"

Joey's blood freezes in a flash. Oh god, she noticed! This one looked more like the physical type of lamia too. What, did she think he was a creep to look back? Joey's mind spun scenarios, him getting beaten up like a stalker while the rest of the students cheered her on. Especially Linda looking at him with scorn and disdain in her eyes. There must be something he can say.

"No, no, no! It's nothing like that! I wasn't really looking at her! I just--

"Calm down! Take a deep breath! I'm not accusing you of anything, alright?" she raises her hand toward him in a halt display, though in this momentum, it was more meant to a reasoning.

Joey lets a relieved sigh as she continues "Anyway, I've seen you eyeing for quite a while. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were looking for a way to introduce yourself, is that correct?"

"You saw that?!" Joey always forgot how easily a monster could read a man, judge them for the heart they carried. Well, turning in repeated patterns in the same direction for months on no end didn't help his case Either. Either he was lucky that no one else had seen it, of most of the students were near-sighted.

"Yes, I did. I can offer you advice if you want. You really look like you could use it" She smiles full teeth, her fangs in full view.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"You would do that!? That's great?!" His heart accelerates a bit. Counsel from a lamia for another was always welcomed. Unfortunately, his mind rang the same high-pitched bell in the deepest fold of his thoughts. It knew something he didn't...

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Alright then!" she speaks, discarding the stoïc composure she used as a façade. With short hair like hers, a pumped-up personality was to be expected. "So, all of us lamia have one thing that we'd love for our companion to do once in a while"

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Wow, that sounds like a big deal".

<p style="font-weight:400;">"That's because it is. Can't just let anyone do it to us but our companion", she retorts, catching a more serious expression.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Alright, what is it?" he asks, feeling he was close to the holy grail of introduction or perhaps even as a way to deepen unexisting bonds. Once again, an imaginary bell rings in his head, ignored.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Ok, listen well..." she approaches him with the intent to whisper it. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she softly speaks "To get in her favor, you must boop the snot!"

<p style="font-weight:400;">And there it is! The warning his head tried giving him. Of course, it was too good to be true. Try as he might, he suppresses his desire to let out a deceived sigh, right as she lets go of him. Ignoring the aftermath of deception from being fooled, he speaks "So, you're telling me I must pet her?"

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Yep!" she nods "I know it sounds silly, but it really means something for us when our loved one does it. I have a real feeling between you and Linda".

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Right. I'll do it then. Thanks for the advice!" (Did Fernando put her to this? How far will this buffoon go to force his ridiculous advice?!)

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Well, what are you doing then?!" she spits, fire in her slid eyes "She awaits, go now!"

<p style="font-weight:400;">(What the hell?! Did he tell her to go aggressive like that?!) "Wait, now?" Joey got startled by her sudden incursion of personality, forcing a step back from him.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Yes, now! Strike the iron while it is hot! I've overheard her. She's actually looking to meet up with someone".

<p style="font-weight:400;">(Ok, ok, calm down. Gonna tell her I'll do it, then forget about this.) "Alright, today's the day then".

<p style="font-weight:400;">The emerald lamia crosses her hands together with a chuckle "Huh-huh, not today. I mean now, now".

<p style="font-weight:400;">With that said, Joey suddenly feels a pair of hand behind his shoulders, pushing him forward. His mind spirals in panic (Oh my...is she serious?!). She continues onward, her and her captive going straight for Linda's table "Gotta strike when the iron's hot!  That's especially true for a woman's heart. None of us like a scrambling man..."

<p style="font-weight:400;">Mere meters away from Linda and her friends, the lamia stops, still firmly holding Joey by the shoulders. With a hefty force, she pushes him forward "...now go get your muse!"

<p style="font-weight:400;">He staggers a few meters towards Linda's table. By fortune, however, the lamia hadn't put enough strength to have him slam on her table. No, he was halfway there. Joey looks back, seeing the lamia giving him a thumbs-up with a wink. Why did nature have to manifest malice in him?

<p style="font-weight:400;">He sighs, making the steps left for Linda's table. He wanders closer.

<p style="font-weight:400;">And closer...

<p style="font-weight:400;">...and closer...

<p style="font-weight:400;">...and closer until he was at her table. He didn't stop, walking on. He could smell her perfume she always had on. He continued, away from the table, walking in a circle away, going straight to the exit to the lamia's confused eyes about his path. Her voice rises "No, wait! Where are you going?!" It gains the attention of most student still dining, including Linda herself, who rose her hands to her chest in a curious manner. That served only to give Joey more of a chance to bolt out of there, taking his legs to his neck.

<p style="font-weight:400;">The classes resume and end in an early fashion, leaving time for the people to put their things in their lockers and go. Joey did as much, sighing about this waste of a day "Why did I have to go ask for his advice? How long will he go at this for his dumb cobbled sentence of a tip?"

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Until you go for it, of course," Fernando's voice resonates in the empty halls.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Joey sighs again "Dude, I'm trying to get in her graces, not the opposite".

<p style="font-weight:400;">"And I'm trying to help you. Now come on! I hear she's still around". Fernando grabs one of Joey's arms and starts dragging him away from his locket.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Dude!" (Why is everyone dragging me today?! Seriously, did I step on a black cat or something?). Complain as he might, Fernando continues to force his will as they slowly get to secluded class. Apparently, Linda loved staying after school to play a bit of he favorite instrument, the clarinet. How did Fernando even presume to know that passed over Joey's mind.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Speaking of the former, they stopped before a classroom. Fernando, boasting a full grin of pride and confidence presents the door to a sighing Joey "Behold! Your destiny awaits!"

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Well, it's going to wait a whole lot longer until I figure out what to do" he protests, trying to free himself from Fernando's grip.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"I've already given you your keys to answer that question!" retorts the latter, raising a hand to the knob.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Please don't say what I think you're saying..."

<p style="font-weight:400;">"You have..."

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Please don't..."

<p style="font-weight:400;">"...to boop..."

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Please, no more".

<p style="font-weight:400;">"...the snoot".

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Are you even hearing yourself speak, man? What kind of dumb advice is that? What's next, scratching the belly of a dragon?"

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Actually, that goes for werewolves and dogs" he speaks as if he had done this before "Dragons like to cuddle a bit".

<p style="font-weight:400;">"I've heard enough, let me go I'm going home. Speaking to you was a mistake", Joey says blankly, once again trying to get free.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Trust me, it works. I'll prove it to you" he declines as he turns the knob. The door opens on its own, giving the struggling two a portrait of Linda. Her back turned to them as her eyes are staring at the heaven, a black instrument held in her delicate hands.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"She's magnificent..." Joey mouths softly, in awe at the sound of music she produced.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Stars in your eyes like that are why you need to boop---

<p style="font-weight:400;">"I swear if you utter that dumb sentence one more time---

<p style="font-weight:400;">Fernando had already turned his eyes to Linda, shouting her name "Linda! Over here!"

<p style="font-weight:400;">Her music stops, her ears twitching a bit upon hearing her name called out. She turns slowly, a semblance of a dream for Joey, watching her sublime azurite hair flap in the air. "Like an angel..." he mouths again, only to see her blush a bit.

<p style="font-weight:400;">(She didn't hear me, did she?) "Getting ahead of ourselves, are we?" Fernando whispers in his ear, confirming that he did speak louder than he thought.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Before Joey could say anything, Fernando continues "He wanted to show you something for a second".

<p style="font-weight:400;">"No, I don't..." His protests fall on deaf ears as Linda slithers over to them, her hands pressed together. Her spiraling glasses let but a second of view to the windows that are her eyes. They have the same beauty as the hair that she bears on her head.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"What is it? What do you want to show me?" she asks in a soft voice. (God why did I ask this moron for a tip?! This stupid, unnerving--) His mind spikes with every name he could call Fernando for dragging him in this, blinded to the next degree he sought to go just to prove his point.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Feeling a grip on his left hand, Joey can only look at it as Fernando's median complex accompany his palm over to Linda's head, the lass too busy waiting on Joey's words to react.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"So Joey, what did you want to---uaahhh!

<p style="font-weight:400;">His hand firmly planted on her head, Fernando does not deter, simulating Joey's palm over her head in repeated taps "Boop the snoot! You gotta boop the snoot!" His repeated sentence helps in no way as Joey tries his earnest to stop this madness, seeing as Linda's composure turns to a blushing coo with this series of petting.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Her lips shape an 'O', her tail wagging left and right with enough force to spew wind at any and all paper littering the desks "UMockingJester (talk)uuuuaaahhh" Her hands are joined together in a more lovestruck way as the gesture continues for little more than a minute before Joey ultimately had enough of this public humiliation.

<p style="font-weight:400;">He forcefully pulls his hand away from her head and Fernando's hand before pushing the latter away through the door. Anger pours from his face, facing the same shade of red in his cheeks. Anger or blush, none could know at the moment, but what is known is that the moment he stopped petting Linda, her awed expression turned to one of slight deception. Her tail stopped wagging as well...

<p style="font-weight:400;">"I hate you! I hate you now! You ruined everything for me! Everything!" Joey screams at the top of his lungs to a collapsed Fernando still in the process of getting up. He sees Linda's finger raising to Joey's back when the latter just bolts away. his hand rises in a plead "Dude, hold on! Your Muse--

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Shut up! I don't want to hear anything from you anymore!" he spits, promptly leaving the place. A shame, really. Linda had her hand risen as well, much more like a plead than Fernando's. If one could word the body, she would spill 'Please come back!'. Not that it mattered anyway, since she slithers after him, her scale color making it look like she bolted like lightning.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Joey rushes over to his locker, putting things rather roughly. He pulls his bag out and shoves the door on his locker, not bothering to see whether it is lock and turns around. Turns straight into Linda's azurite eyes, locked into his from mere centimeters. The startled Joey backs away on his locker, effectively closing it "L-Linda? What are you doing here? Whatever happened, know that it wasn't my ide--

<p style="font-weight:400;">He stops, watching her face intently. Hearing him utter that sentence was sending her into a disappointment. He got intrigued by that, but his mind could only spin in one direction for the catharsis (Wait...don't tell me he was factually right?)

<p style="font-weight:400;">Her nose is lowered, even with her eyes still looking at him, from a slightly downed position of the head "You didn't want to see me?" Her voice is low, but his mind catches the full grief of it.

<p style="font-weight:400;">(You can't be serious...) Her joined hands drop at the prospect of what he was about to say, only to coo once more upon feeling his now familiar hand atop of her head. Her tail started wagging once again, this time with more intensity as they were but two­~Uuuuu~

<p style="font-weight:400;">(You cannot be serious right now...) His mind protests to a futile struggle. Fernando was in the right. And so was that other lamia that accosted him during dinner. He continues for a brief moment, stopping after a while as he subconsciously senses this much would satisfy her. And it did.

<p style="font-weight:400;">To a point where she leans on his, her chest in full view on his. Only now was he made painfully aware of how well endowed she was. His reaction akin to a deer in the spotlights of an advancing car, he freezes in place, as Linda once again parts her lips in his direction, her hands clinging to his shirt to hold him in place, her tail still wagging in the aftermath "Joey..."

<p style="font-weight:400;">He gulps, wondering what she would want to say, but the cards are already dealt "Yes...?"

<p style="font-weight:400;">"If it's fine with you, could you spare some time after school? I've been practicing for a while, but I really could use some company". Her eyes shine with relief upon asking that question. Almost like she's been having the same dilemma as he had.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Never the less, Joey was ecstatic. The crush he had for quite a while was asking, in her words for his company after class. He was in heaven, but doubt clouded him. Part of him wanted to ask 'why'. After all, she was a sweet girl, inside and out. No way he would be the only contender for her company. At least more than a dozen would love to be in his place right now.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Seeing his eyes weary with questions, she could easily deduce what pressing one was bursting out of his head and took his hands in her own "Why? Well, well, to be honest..." she stops, feeling a bit embarrassed at what was coming next "...I kind of had an eye for you too. I just didn't know how I could set up a way for us to meet and one of my friends overheard me. Said she could make you take the first step...I think you know her".

<p style="font-weight:400;">Her face turns red with a blush as Joey is at a lost for words. So, the lamia with the pumped-up demeanor was not from Fernando, but from her own. To her dismay, no less. Of course, now Joey felt like he kicked a puppy while it was down with the way he spat hate at the median man.

<p style="font-weight:400;">"...so" she continues, catching his attention "I was hoping you could make time for some company". Her smile scorches any siege of doubt he was mounting in his head. To the point where her own flushes a smile out of his, with no way to fight it "Of course! I'll gladly come around from now on!"

<p style="font-weight:400;">Her face perks up with joy from hearing it "Splendid! But right now, I'm pretty much done with this. Accompany me home? Please?"

<p style="font-weight:400;">(Why does she have to be so sweet?) Trying his earnest to contain the unbridled around of joy inside, Joey simply nods with a crispy voice "Sure, why not?" Her smile is much brighter now, her tail wagging once again as they start walking.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Of course, like nature trying to spoil one of its denizens, Linda takes one of his hands and coils it around her waist right as she leans on his side, her face in total bliss. Joey, however, could no longer contain his bliss. It came out in an unexpected way...

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Joey?! Are you ok?!"

<p style="font-weight:400;">"I'm fine! I'm fine!"

<p style="font-weight:400;">"No, you're not! Your nose is bleeding!"

<p style="font-weight:400;">"It's fin--

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Hold on! Let me wipe it off!"

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Wait! Don't do it like that--

<p style="font-weight:400;">A fall is heard throughout the empty halls, Linda over the poor man who already had a hard time trying to keep his composure. A ghost spews out of his mouth, with his senses overloaded from her bust weighting down on his own chest. His mind is deaf to her screams, as she shakes him trying to get him up. All of this is bliss to him. If this is what he could expect from now on, the man would better have to learn endurance...