GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS

[justpastdawn]

  ✾ MISTLETOE MEME ✾

All right guys, since we can't do this in-game, we shall have an OOC meme for it instead! Nothing will carry over into the game, so just have fun with it. Here's how it works:

• You are stuck under a random mistletoe.
• There is a note on said mistletoe.
• Whoever comes within range will be pulled under the mistletoe and also be stuck.
• Now you both have to do what the note says to get unstuck.
• EMOTIONS ARE STILL IN EFFECT so have fun with that.

State your preferences!

1. Hug. Easy enough. Can be a simple hug or a giant bear hug.
2. Kiss on the cheek. For those who might be a little shier.
3. Kiss on the hand. For those who want to be...well, whatever kissing on the hand invokes. Charming? Dashing?
4. Kiss on the forehead. Because sometimes you have to brush their hair out of their faces, and that's cute.
5. Kiss on the lips. 1-2-3 KISS. This is the tame version of the next one.
6. Make-out for five minutes. That escalated quickly!

And a brand new Emp-centric option for this year:

7. Ship crystals! Some of the mistletoe this year is attached to large crystals, and "just a kiss" is not gonna help you here. No, these things want fluff. In addition to kisses, they want you to hold hands, and sit in a cute shop drinking a milkshake out of one glass with two straws, and give each other flowers, and all manner of other disgusting shippy things. And it will not let you separate until you have filled it with enough fluff drops to satisfy it*. Use a variety of different kisses to speed the process up and enjoy your temporary new significant other! Hopefully one or both of you is romantic enough to think of things to do. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

*You can move around and go on cute dates. It will float over your heads as you wander like a horrible crystal voyeur.

Comments

[justpastdusk]

Yeah, oka--wait. What?

[ OK, now he's waking up. ]

[justpastdawn]

I need you to come out here and make out with me.

[And then, because this is actually a very urgent situation and Kevin does not actually have time to troll him, he explains:]

Mistletoe. You have mistletoe by your Christmas tree. Hurry up.

[justpastdusk]

[ Somewhat groggily and still dressed in the tank top and sweatpants that he uses as pajamas, Shiro exits his room into the general living area, far enough for more direct conversation with Kevin, but not quite so far as to get stuck with him, not yet. ]

Why didn't you call Bulat?

[justpastdawn]

He's not going to get here in time.

[Kevin whisper-hisses this, gesturing frantically at Shiro to hurry his ass up. In his other hand he is holding a...large pair of boots...? Probably an old pair of Bulat's? A couple of his hope lights are puttering angrily about, shedding light on his red coat. What the fuck is he doing wearing the Red Mage at a time like this --]

Come bail me out, time is of the essence here.

[justpastdusk]

[ Well, this is all plenty suspicious, now, isn't it? Shiro peers at Kevin dubiously and does not get closer. ]

What are you doing?

[justpastdawn]

Making important Christmas things happen, obviously!

[The pile of presents under the tree is also...noticeably bigger than it was last night. Huh.]

[justpastdusk]

[ OK he doesn't doubt the technical truth of that, but that sure does not answer his question entirely. ]

And what important Christmas things do you need boots and the Red Mage for?

[ Have we not thoroughly established by this point that Santa Claus isn't some mysterious assassin who needs to be defended against??? ]

[justpastdawn]

[Yes, we have. And so, after an eyeroll so dramatic that Kevin's entire body convulses with it:]

Shiro! There is a fluffy paladin up there who still believes in Santa Claus! [He points upward as he hisses, indicating the second floor.] He is going to be awake any minute, and when he is, he cannot come down here and find me of all people standing next to a pile of presents that are labeled "to Keith, from Santa"!

[He was using the boots to make footprints from the chimney for someone else to clean up. The Red Mage is out so he'll be the appropriate color if he needs to make a hasty getaway. Anyone who bothers to check the snow up on the roof will find telltale signs of hoofprints and sleigh tracks because Kevin has trained his little cryptid-hunter apprentice well. There are presents for everyone else from Santa too, of course, but -- let's be real, it's Keith we're humoring here.]

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[justpastdusk]

[ what

Does. Does Keith really still believe in Santa Claus? That can't possibly be right, can it? Shiro wracks his memory, but he can't recall ever talking about Santa with Keith before. Why would they? Shiro never even grew up believing in Santa in the first place.

It doesn't seem likely that Keith could get this far still believing in Santa, but Shiro can't say for sure that he doesn't, and if he really does, then Shiro can't dare risk that on the chance that Kevin is just fucking with him. So he grimaces and steps forward into Kevin's space. ]

[justpastdusk]

Fine.

[ Just because they're doing this doesn't mean he has to like it!!! Except that when he leans down to press his lips against Kevin's, sole hand hooked under his chin, there is a distinct amount of tenderness in the action. Because, look, if they're going to do this, obviously they have to do it right. ]

[justpastdawn]

[Honestly Kevin was kind of expecting to have to lean over and yank Shiro over by the collar, so this is a pleasantly helpful surprise. He flusters and fidgets for a few moments, too riled up on his own nerves to ease into this calmly. But once he reins it in and settles down, his returning kiss is a slow and deliberate thing, his own free hand coming to rest on Shiro's shoulder to hold himself steady.

Kevin is a good kisser, which is both a blessing and a curse in this instance. And he tastes of sugar cookies because Keith left some out for Santa and Kevin is nothing if not thorough when he is trolling somebody for great justice. Shocker.]