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

[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?