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

Davesprite | Homestuck

[crowsicle]

[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?

Re: Davesprite | Homestuck

[greatrage]

[Eren is sipping something kind of alcoholic. And by "kind of" I mean it's straight up mulled brandy. OH HEY DVSPRY]

Dave! Hey!

[crowsicle]

[Davesprite, on the other hand, is well on his way to marrying the hot apple cider. Grown-ups can take their alcohol and keep it, fuck that shit, this is where it's AT.]

Eren, man, what's up? Come here often?

[greatrage]

[You Daves and your applejuice, man. Also HAHAHA adults. No, just of dubious German origin. His cheeks are wonderfully red and he leans on Davesprite]

Noooope! Just got here!

[crowsicle]

Whoa.

[Davesprite adjusts, then ducks his head in a bit to try to get a sniff of what's in Eren's drink.]

Haha, just got here and you're already how many sheets to the wind? Or did you just get started?

[greatrage]

I've been goin' since before I got here! Except it was beer... this is sweet and spicy! I think it's brandy... [he swirls his glass] But with stuff in it...

[crowsicle]

Stuff, huh.

[Davesprite looks around for Bro or Dirk or anyone who might decide to be a "responsible" "grown-up." He lowers his voice. He's curious.]

Any good? I can trade you for a sip.

[greatrage]

Yeah, stuff. Good stuff. Stuuuuufffff.

[not a responsible adult to be seen!]

Huh? You want some? Sure! [here Davesprite, have a cup of wassail shoved at your face]

[crowsicle]

[He blinks and then takes the cup, grinning crookedly.]

Yeah, I can see it's the good stuff. All right. [He lifts the drink.] Happy birthday, Jesus.

[Bottoms up. His eyebrows lift over the edge of his shades as he stands there, considers what he just drank, and then nods.]

Hot damn, that's actually pretty good. Where'd you get this, are there like apples in it?

[greatrage]

[Who's Jesus...]

I got it... um... over there!! If it is glühwein like I think it is, then... yeah, it should have apple cider in it!