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[A blue light is bobbing down halls, leaving a trail of sparkling dust behind it, disappearing as quickly as it came. It's flying up high around doorframes, hovering there for a moment, and then zooming away. Left behind is a sprig of mistletoe growing from the archway, tied with a glittering blue bow.

They're not over every door, just a few here and there, but they certainly look festive. Someone thinks the dressing room needs to get ready for Christmas.]

[[ooc: Mischief-maker over here is planting magic mistletoe. Interpret as you will. (This includes getting stuck.) THREADHOPPING IS ENCOURAGED.]]

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[... well, shit, his eyes are widened and kind of scared at this point. this is a nice second meeting.]

I..

[for some reason, he feels completely speechless, and everything inside of him is racing. he offers up the plate slowly.]

[... well, they're supposed to be nice at Christmas. ... takes. a cookie.]

Thanks.

[he wants to kiss, he does so bad, but he has his manners despite the overflowing confidence dancing in his chest.]

Yeah ... you're welcome.

[and then he tries to do his trademark walk away... but he can't move.]

Not. Surprising.

Maybe it's .. maybe you're not allowed to go unless.

[shrugs for emphasis ...]

[... looks away, rubbing the back of his neck.]

Fine.

[it's an internal battle of want verses what's right, and he's already hovering inches away from Riku's face before he opens his mouth--]

I could find someone else.

[and shrinks back a little.]

[leans forwards and grabs his face with one hand, grip strong.]

Just do it, already.

Ngh-

[he doesn't backtalk, grabbing loosely at Riku's wrist and leaning in to kiss him softly.]

[his mind's going shitshitshitwhat'llshesay, though his heart isn't quite asking the same thing. he almost melts, almost.]

[he's actually trying to keep it simple, but there is some kind of crazy need inside him that is screaming for more, and so he presses in with a partially opened mouth, expecting the worst while his body moves without him.]

[mm... he'd been expecting it to taste like something disgusting. pickle juice and anchovies. something like that. but it's... actually attractive, he thinks it feels nice, letting out a quiet sound against his lips.]

[he had just been sugaring his brains out, after all, and speaking of those cookies, it looks like all good things must come to an end, because he breaks the kiss when the platter hits the floor.]

--shit.

[his heart is racing.]

[and he quickly covers his mouth with his hand because shit did he just do what he thought he did.]

[better yet. did he do what he thought he'd never do, and was it great?]

[trying not to think about it down here, picking up his cookies with a deep frown.]

[just. helping or something.]

[when they brush hands, he freezes up, then pulls back. so giddy.]

--sorry.

[mphfjksl;a.]

Not your fault.

I shouldn't have.

[just takes the tray and kicks the last two lingering cookies aside, standing up quickly. the worst part of all of this is that he has no idea where his cool exterior ran off to.]

I made you. Shut up.

[glares.]

Because you wanted to get out, not because you wanted it.

[stares right back.]

You can't read my mind. How do you know that was the only reason?

[he snaps.]

You seemed pretty apt to stay faithful to your girl-thing, last time we spoke.

[he's not as harsh, speaking slowly and trying to keep the tremble out of his voice.]

[bites on his tongue, closing his eyes.]

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