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[ You saw this coming. You know you did.

It's December 1st, dressing room residents! Just like every year, scattered throughout the dressing room, sprigs of mistletoe line the doorways. Some hold just small pieces, some large, ornate balls, but all are tied with ribbons of red, white, and brown, gold, mint greens and icy blues.

Kiss under the white and you'll find yourself sprouting a small pair of angel's wings, but kiss under the brown and you'll get antlers. (If you're really unlucky, your nose may start to glow.) The red, well, some see Christmas as a holiday for love and lovers. The blues bring snow and frost, but the greens have no effect at all. As for the gold, well... That could be anything. ]

{ ooc: some of you wanted spells. use your imagination for the gold, do what you want. the effects last as long as you like. }

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[Riku felt it too, and has a hand to her chest.]

Yeah... Something's not right.

[Sora doesn't even notice when the small, white wings sprout from his bare back. He does notice when the tingling stops though, and just shrugs his shoulders, taking a step back again and looking upward.]

It worked, though. Look, even the mistletoe's gone.

Mm.

[She looks up and nods, stepping back to slide out of the doorway. Catching her shoulder on the wall shouldn't hurt, but Riku flinches and reaches for it, looks back behind her.]

What's the matter?

[He saw that flinch, but doesn't realize what's happened.]

[She backs out into the hall and turns, and he'll be able to see the large lumps on her back, stretching out her shirt.]

What the...

There's something under your shirt!

[Can she see it? He's tempted to poke it, but he'll refrain.]

[She looks a little horrified, and tries to reach back to feel it. It's at a bad angle for this, and she can only really get the bottom edges, so she turns her back to Sora and looks at him from over her shoulder.]

Pull my shirt up.

[She sounds so matter-of-fact, but Sora's right back to blushing again. He even fumbled his beach ball.]

... Okay, but I'm not looking!

[Of course he is, he's Sora. She's not gonna be patient about it.]

Up, not off.

Still not looking!

[His eyes snap shut as soon as he has the bottom of her shirt in hand, and he pulls it out and upward so it won't get caught on.. whatever is under there.]

Sora. You can look at my back. I'm not going to bite you.

[This is uncomfortable as hell, just help her out.]

[He peeks open one eye, ready to shut it again just in case. If Riku's still looking over her shoulder, she'll see when both eyes pop open wide with shock.]

Whoa!

[Congrats, Sora. Riku's bra is black, and looks about ready to snap from the stress of being pushed down.]

Tell me what I think happened didn't.

[He's not even paying attention to the bra. She could be going without one and he wouldn't notice. There's a ruffling noise coming from behind him, but he's too excited now over Riku.]

You've got wings!

[She stretches, shifting her shoulderblades and successfully stretching out one wing. She just... She can't even be surprised anymore.]

Hook my shirt over them?

Hold still!

[Done and done. He's careful about it, too. She might have to bat him away actually, because the next thing he does is pet his fingers over one, straightening the feathers.]

[Good thing these aren't the magically erogenous kind. They fluff out when he does that and Riku jerk forward, turning around so he can't reach them again.]

Okay, enough of that

[It makes Sora laugh, and he's gonna go fetch his beach ball before she can swat him.]

They're cute.

... Well. Glad you think so.

[She says, as she walks over and taps one of his.]

[He jumps at the touch, and both wings flare out in response. He looks like a puppy almost, trying to turn enough to get a good look over his shoulder. There's so much down feather at the base, it's hard to see where they sprout from his back.]

Wha? Awesome!

[His seem smaller than hers, but she can't really judge when she can't see her own very well. She looks amused by his reaction. That's better than some spells, for sure.]

I don't think you can fly with those.

Aw... Do you think I can still swim?

[He seems to be getting the hang of them. He's twisted around to try to watch as he focuses on moving them one at a time. Much of his ability seems to be subconscious, as they react very easily to his emotions.]

It might not be as easy, but I don't see why not.

[It's cute.]

You never told me if it was even warm in there or not. Is it safe to go in?

[She shakes her head, peeking back into the room.]

It's fine. It's cold at night, but it's not that bad yet.