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

[neurotic_insect]

[Dimitri lets out a snort of a laugh at that.]

One step at a time. [He tries smoothing down some of the curls, but it's a lost cause. There are far too many of them to be even remotely neat about this. Instead, he undoes the lowest strap of his mask and lifts it just high enough to expose his mouth and some of his nose.

The psychic tries to hold his breath as he leans down to kiss 202. For a few precious seconds, he holds this position, praying that it is enough to satisfy the sprig of mistletoe. When he stands back up properly, his ears are very much burning with embarrassment as he tugs the mask back into place.]

Leaving it up to you again! This is fun. x3

[unit_202]

[One might almost be able to envision 02's ears perking up as she tilts her head to look up at Dimitri upon his retreat. So shy, honestly...]

It's not as though I've never seen you without your mask on, you know... You really needn't be so quick to hide behind it.

[Really, the worst he's likely to suffer is picking up on her thoughts-- Which are mostly just appreciative of any physical contact from a friend, especially one who's usually so unwilling.

Tentatively, she edges one foot back to test at their invisible boundaries.]

Maybe now...?

Daww shucks~

[neurotic_insect]

[Repressed is a better word. He's practically invented a lifestyle out of distancing himself physically and emotionally from everybody else.]

Seen the lower half of it, mostly. [Dimitri takes a tentative move back...and finds himself able to take a full step. And then another. The sigh of relief that comes from him is unmistakable.] Oh thank god for small favors.

[The nearby rack becomes something for him to lean on. His hands start working on the cuffs of his sleeves, un-buttoning and re-buttoning them with somewhat shaking fingers.]

I'll be fine, by the way. This is...normal. For me.

[Rambling? Yes. Deflecting away from what they just did? You bet your butt.]

[unit_202]

[Oh, Dimitri. Of all the minds you never really pry into, one of the least judgmental ones definitely belongs to the girl before you. While a memory of seeing the face in question does flash through her mind, it's accompanied only by pleasant thoughts, and a mild undertone of concern for how her friend had been sick on the occasion in question-- But nothing more. A face is a face.

Noting his tremors, 202 gives an inquisitive tilt of her head, and almost steps forth to try and help-- But then his words, as well as the thought that he'd just been forced into keeping so much closer to her than he'd like, both serve to stay her.]

I didn't mean to do that, I hope you know that... I would never have put you through that sort of thing. Especially not if I'd known how much it would upset you.

[neurotic_insect]

[It surprises him, it really truly does, to hear the sincerity in her thoughts. Believing that others can look at him and not feel disgusted never comes easily.

And yet, she thinks that way. 202 can think of him as the person and not just his face or his powers. He nods at her words, grateful that at least a few people in the city understand that he needs his space.]

Of course not. You, I can trust. [Perhaps not with everything quite yet, but he trusts her not to hurt him. He lets out a quiet laugh.] As long as there's no more physical contact, I think it will be all right.

[unit_202]

[It might not be the sort of thing she can precisely sympathize with, being a creature who so highly values physical contact between friends, but 202 can certainly read body language well enough to know how Dimitri feels about it. His words, at least, are somewhat heartening, however, prompting a slight smile from the wolf in response. One might almost imagine the pinned-back ears and hesitantly-wagging tail as she ventures,]

I'll do my best to keep a safe distance, I promise. From you and the stupid decorations.

[neurotic_insect]

[He miiiiight be picturing just that, honestly. It helps him get a better understanding of how her expressions change and what those changes mean. His hands have slowed a bit in their fiddling around with the cuffs.]

To hell with those decorations. [He looks up at the mistletoe that had gotten them and tries to break it apart with his powers. A few berries fall off, but it otherwise stays in place.] It would figure.