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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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[ Oho, yes it was good. She even coughed out a bit of blood. ]

Never said you were nice. Now get these things out of me.

As the lady wishes.

[Lets them vanish into nothing once again.]

[ And she falls on him -- kind of pathetic, she thinks.

So, she'll bring him down with her. A swift kick to the crotch ought to do it. ♥ She couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of it -- 'felt' like a kid again and all. ]

[fffffff yes, that would do it. He is going down.

At least there's no more sharp things to land on.]

[ She made sure to push his back against the floor, and then herself on top. It only meant that she wasn't going to stay down on the ground defeated -- not with him lower than her. A headtilt -- whoops there goes some blood on his coat. Nothing new, right? ]

Got a potion? [ And then she grabbed one of her wounds, as if to stop the bleeding. She's trying not to keel over more. ]

[Nothing new indeed, and after a moment he pulls a potion out of his pocket. She can have it if she wants.]

Thanks. [ She takes it, and drinks -- euugh, tastes just like medicine (even though she was feeling so much better after drinking said healing item). Do watch her wounds heal up ever so miraculous-like, though.

She tossed the bottle aside and checked herself -- just large holes in her coat now. Easily fixed. ]

I'm glad you didn't disappoint.

So glad I could please.

[He'll avail himself of a potion a little later.]

Mmhmm. [ Who needs a potion when Xigbar felt generous? A snap of her fingers, and the familiar green aura and glimmering illusions of leaves surrounded the two -- a Curaga. It was Regen in one-spot. II thought she'd make him wait. ]

How many times have you done that to him, anyway?

More than once. He has more than a few scars of my making.

[Ah, Curaga. Such a wonderful thing.]

[ You're welcome, Fuzzface. Elbows on his chest, face on her palms -- ] Got a favorite?

[He traces a line across her lower abdomen; if they had hearts, the blow would have likely been fatal, if left alone.]

Here.

Were you ever jealous of the one who did the facial scar?

[ Grabs his hand, and brings it up to her cheek -- undoes the glove first, though, so he can get a good feel of that ten year old scar. Did he know who dealt the blow? II would have kept it a secret, maybe have given a hint or two.

She always did enjoy giving out 'stories' of the eyeloss and damage on her face. ]

[He's made good guesses about the person behind it on his own world, although he hasn't a name or even a face to go with his guess. He doesn't think he needs it though.

This one? Well, he won't ask, although he lightly runs a finger over the scar in question.]

I don't consider his body solely mine to mark.

[ And she just chuckled, letting him toy with said scar. ]

Just wondering, since it seems like we still love toying with each other, different universe or not.

Right?

Quite so.

[For a bizarre definition of 'toying,' but no matter.]

[ What was his term, then? Xigbar sat straight up, but she didn't get off him yet. No. With the Curaga dead, she tugged the chain as if telling him to sit up straight -- he can do it better now, right? ]

[It depends on who's asking. But he'll sit up at the tug on his chains all the same. Curaga is a wonderful thing.]

[ She leaned forward to whisper something. ]

Let's do this again sometime, hm?

I'd be glad to.

That's a good boy.

[ She tapped his cheek twice before getting off of him. Speaking of that -- ] Was it just the lack of energy the reason that you didn't push me off?

[ A grin. ]

Not in the least.

[If he'd wanted to, he could have pushed her off even wounded as he was.]

[ A corridor of darkness opened, but she didn't leave just yet. ]

Why didn't you?

It was an [a pause as he searches for the right word] interesting experience.

[ To that, she just looked at Xaldin for a moment. Interesting, really? Could just be fucking with her -- huh.

She turned to the portal, and heads in. She's out. ]

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