It's the most wonderful tiiiiime of the year. For mistletoe!

[ceded]

Oh no, mistletoe!

 

SHOOT. Who put that there?! Well, you’re caught - pucker up!

How to Play

1. Post your character and canon in the subject line
2. Next person who responds is the one you’re caught under the mistletoe with!
3. Go as awkward, sweet, or embarrassing as you like! (Quick cheek peck? Full French? Sure! But you have to kiss or the Nargles will get you!)
4. Comment, Tag, and catch others under the mistletoe. Have fun!

Gratuitously stolen from bakerstreet.

Comments

[gordianknots]

[Waver's been shuffling about to try and avoid all of the mistletoe. At least this shuffling about is due to his need for hot chocolate and piling a rather alarming amount of marshmallows into it.]

[crowsicle]

[Has Davesprite actually not noticed the mistletoe? God. He totally hasn't. The way Waver's shuffling through catches his attention, though. He bobs over for a look.]

Dude, Mr. Waver. Is there actually room for your hot chocolate in there?

[gordianknots]

--Maybe.

Definitely a little.

[Which is to say not at all. Don't judge him.]

[crowsicle]

You know they make marshmallows the size of a birthday cake somewhere in California? Or, well, probably. In places that still have California.

[Davesprite nabs a marshmallow from the table as well, but only to pop it into his mouth. He's got hot cider and, as great as chocolate is, he's not trading it for anything.]

[gordianknots]

But can that fit in a single mug? I think not.

[crowsicle]

If you got a big enough mug. Like, maybe...

[He holds his hands out to demonstrate the appropriate width, hums thoughtfully, and then lifts his free hand above his head for the height.

Ah. What's that up there.]

[gordianknots]

--Mmm, that might be possib-- [And in following Davesprite's hands, Waver's eyes have fixed on the plant above them. He gives a small snort, and offers the plant a pointed eye roll.]

[crowsicle]

Mm.

[Davesprite's not terribly fussed about it, either. He watches it as he polishes off his cider, and when it doesn't spontaneously vanish or anything, he shrugs.]

Didn't take you for a cradle robber, Mr. Waver, but I guess I should've known when I saw the flower crown.

[gordianknots]

[Waver snorts into his cocoa, and as deadpan as he can manage:[ --Thank you, Dave, I appreciate that particular vote of confidence.

[crowsicle]

Welc.

[He puts his cider down and stretches, then stretches and rotates his shoulders like he's warming up for an Olympic challenge.]

So how do you want to go about this? Do I need to point out the principalities of Davesprite reserved for gentle maidens pure of heart?

[gordianknots]

While the maiden part is utterly valid I'm extremely not sure about the pure of heart nonsense. I got accused of murder this year, remember?