Ike was stunned. If he was holding anything he would have dropped it. He felt like he just ran a marathon and was about to easily sprint through another one. He was so elated.

Firkle was slightly panicked. A little tense. It didn't help that he just smacked his face into Ike's and Ike hadn't even reacted.

Firkle kept his eyes closed tightly as he moved his lips against Ike's in a bumbling, inexperienced way. He tightened his hold slightly on Ike's hand. C'mon. Do something. Anything. I think I messed this whole thing up...

Firkle pulled back after what felt like a whole hour of zero reaction. The equivalent to making out with a corpse. Firkle felt his flush become stronger, heating up his whole face.

Firkle looked at Ike as Ike stared foggily back at him. His lips had a slightly black tint to them, clearly Firkle's lipstick wasn't as "life proof" as it promised, but Firkle found he liked that color on Ike... who was just kind of staring at him. Still.

Firkle didn't know if that was good or not.

But he wasn't going to wait and see. He ripped off Ike's letterman jacket and chucked it at him, hard.

"IVEGOTTOGOBYE!" Firkle shouted and sprinted away as Ike stood there finally snapping back to reality as the letterman jacket smacked him in the face and fell to the pavement of the parking lot.