[ guide ] (I want one too ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))
To Riski, it always felt like wearing next to nothing at the Gold Saucer was not just allowed, but outright encouraged. Even his current getup hardly warranted a second glance - tiny black briefs that were barely concealed by silver-accented lavender skirts, paired with a pitiful excuse for a jacket that really only covered his arms and shoulders.
Silver coins sewn onto the skirt’s bottom hem jingled and swirled around Riski’s ankles as he walked. He stood aside to let a Senor Sabotender actor pass before making his way to the Card Square, a small skip in his step. The cards often played to his favor, a little lucky fact that Riski liked to use to his advantage whenever possible.
It was with a deliberate saunter that Riski weaved through those gathered around the tables. He paused to let a group of children run past, glancing up at the tall man he waited beside. And then looked again, more seriously.
Nobody had any right to be that outrageously attractive. The colorful lights played off his otherwise blue-hued skin and added a rainbow of accents to his darker blue hair. Riski swallowed, his tongue feeling thick and stupid as his mind spun itself in a circle. Tongue-tied. He’d heard the phrase, certainly, but experiencing it for himself was a whole new layer of understanding what it truly meant.
The man reached out to pick up his cards, and without conscious thought Riski found himself stopping him with a light touch to his forearm. “I could blow… on them, if you like,” Riski offered with a coy smile and a well-placed pause. “For luck.”
Golden eyes flicked down to look at him, and for a moment Riski felt like a fly in amber, his heart hammering against his ribs. A handful of thunderous seconds passed before the man picked up his cards and held them out facedown. Riski obliged, violet eyes not straying from gold as he leaned down and pursed his lips.
The man gave him a smile that sent warmth curling in the pit of Riski’s belly. Riski straightened and canted his head to the side slightly, offering a smile in return. The last thing he expected was what happened: the handsome card player hooked his index finger under Riski’s chin to raise his face, in the same moment leaning down to meet his mouth.
It was a kiss that left Riski breathless. When they parted, he found his hands curled tightly around the lapels of the other elezen’s fancy coat. “Good luck,” Riski whispered, not trusting his voice to not crack.
(not exactly ‘rough’… but I hope this meets with approval regardless! :D)