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[ First there's a burst of blue sparks in the hallways, a gentle glimmer, and then something is growing across quite a few doorways in the dressing room. Rather, something is growing back. Small sprigs of green plants with white berries, tied together with a royal blue ribbon.

And somewhere else, there is a fairy all dressed in blue, happily nibbling on cookies. ]

[[ooc: Surprise! So, they're back. Magic mistletoe that will keep characters magically stuck in doorways until they kiss. Threadhopping is encouraged in this post! Spread a bit of holiday cheer, eh? They'll be sticking around all month.]]

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[His only answer is a grin. She'll allow him some secrets, won't she?]

[ She taps his nose once with a finger all 'Fine, fine'. ]

Isn't that cute, but alright.

[He smiles as if to say 'good'.]

[ She notices that. ]

Someone's happy as much as a Nobody can be.

It must be a good day.

Even from the mistletoe incident?

[ffffffffffff]

I'll take it as a yes.

Should you wish.

Then all you have to do is ask if you want another kiss! [ /LOL, PURPOSELY MISINTERPRETING THOSE WORDS. ]

A request from the lady, or mere suggestion?

Should you wish.

[There's just a faint laugh at that. Well-played.]

[ She does enjoy well-played. II finishes her pinya colada. ]

Secrets are always a funny thing, huh?

[eyebrow]

What brings that up?

[ She says nothing, standing up and flicking some hair away from her face. Cue in a whistle. ]

[Just raises that eyebrow a bit more. What are you up to?

[ Something. Would he like to know? She slipped her hand into a wormhole -- and brings out what seems to be a hunter's dagger. ♥ ]

[She's piqued his curiosity, so he would indeed like to know.]

[ She walks over towards him, leaning over the table before she stabs said furniture with the blade. Have a smile. Maybe a hint. She still isn't saying anything. ]

[Gives the knife a critical look, and then a spear lands next to the knife. The unspoken message is 'mine's better'.]

[ 'You sure you're not just making up for something?' she doesnt say, but they seemed to know each others looks long enough, right? She leaned forward near his ear to whisper on a very low voice, making sure it didn't brush against it -- but almost seemingly, right? ]

On the count of three.

['You're welcome to find out for yourself,' the look says, but he nods all the same. He'll let her do the counting.]

[ 'Is that an invitation?' -- they're pretty much talking through facial expressions, a hand going on his chin as another hand went for the knife. She drops it over a wormhole.

That same hand summons out one half of Sharpshooter. ]

One.

['It might be.' He's had expression-conversations with his Xigbar before, so this isn't unusual.

He smirks as he calls up the first whispers of a storm wind.]