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Event Log - Mistletoe

Who: E'eryone
What: Mwah Mwah Hanky Panky
When: December 26th - January 1st
Where: E'erywhere
Summary: Mistletoe has once again cropped up in Luceti. It's time to kiss!
Rating: Anything about PG-13, take it off-comm.

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[For the most part, Kratos had avoided any... incidents with the mistletoe. Though he has, for the most part, suspects what the tally must be for, he still would rather not participate in this foolishness.

Unfortunately, once it hits the 30th he realizes that he's run out of certain things that he actually needs. So with a heavy sigh, he walks out of the safety of House Eight and into the town. He hopes he can get through the day without incident.

Oh, how wrong he will be.]

[Varrick had hoped to avoid stooping this low, but it's been a few days and his tally's still not up very high. Desperation is rising. If he wants to get a good score, he's going to need to stop being picky and include the other half of the village in his attempts. The male half, that is.

Decisively gross, but if he could get away with a peck on the cheek from a teenage girl, he could get away with a peck on the cheek from some guy. Sacrifices must be made for the sake of success. In fact, that one in the purple spandex looks remotely alright in terms of men. Not sweaty and bulky, for one. It'll do.

He'll just make sure he's coincidentally going in the same direction as this fellow and attempt to drive him into the nearest mistletoe sprig. That is, if the stranger isn't careless enough to pass under one himself.]

[As coincidental as Varrick going in the same direction as him may seem, Kratos still becomes wary the moment he notices. However, the mistletoe is still more of an inconvenience, and as such he's still very careful to avoid any. Varrick is going to have to play his cards right to get Kratos under some.]

[Play his cards just right, huh? Oh, don't worry, he will. The moment he spots a sprig of mistletoe on a nearby lamppost just in front of Kratos, he's found his golden opportunity. He breaks into a bit of a sprint to close the distance between himself and the stranger, then makes sure to trip over his own feet once he's close enough. That way, he can crash into the man and shove him under the mistletoe.]

[Try as he might, Kratos noticed the man sprinting and tripping over his feet just a little too late. He lets out a shocked gasp as both of them find their way under the mistletoe, but once that shock wears off, he gives Varrick a glare that would kill if it could.]

What exactly was the meaning of that? [He's not a fool--he knows how much of an accident that wasn't.]

[He straightens up again, not even attempting to hide his grin. Some people are just so easy to trick.]

Why, I tripped! [That's his story and he's sticking to it.]

Purposefully. [It would be very hard to miss the stern tone of his voice at this point.] I noticed you sprinting toward me before your stumbling. I will not be fooled by such antics.

[He notices the stern voice. Oh, how he notices. Still, he's trooping on.]

Sir, I am shocked that you would make this all about you. I just happened to be sprinting in your general direction! The implication that I would go so far just to crash into you is nothing short of arrogant!

Trying to spin this around so you can pin the blame on me will do you no--

[It's then that he spots the mistletoe above them.]

...so, that's it. [Ugh...]

[He follows Kratos' gaze with the most innocence and surprise as he can muster.]

What's it? That? That's not it. That's just a sprig of mistletoe. All over the place, these days. Who would've guessed it, right?

You must be very stubborn--or very foolish--to keep your act up for so long.

[But now, he has no choice. They're under the mistletoe, and Kratos knows damn well what that means.]

Act? What act? [Half of his ramblings are truthful improvisation. The other half is still lies, though.]

It's called cultural differences, buddy. For all you know, it's tradition to bump into people where I'm from. But hey, speaking of traditions... [He jabs a finger up at the mistletoe and sidesteps closer to Kratos. Hop to it, good sir, his time is precious and his tally is still far too low.]

I would call that a foolhardy tradition.

[...he looks up at the mistletoe and sighs.]

If I must. [Leaning in to kiss, if only because he'd like to get away from this man as soon as possible.]

[He does must. Varrick has every intention of making this fast though, because women are still his preferred option for this whole mistletoe thing and he's only resorting to the male demographic because he must. His plan is a quick kiss on the lips and then he can be on his way again.

Let's see how this pans out.]

[Kratos' plan is also a quick kiss, because he already a slight bit of distaste for this man.

However, once his lips actually meet Varrick's, the mistletoe's true effects try to take over. Horrified, he tries to move back before it's too late and he can't stop himself. He knows the Malnosso well, and he knows how awfully this could end.

Though he should probably prepare for this man to make it even more difficult for him... he just doesn't have time to prepare for anything.]

[This guy is definitely not Varrick's type. Varrick's type is usually a gorgeous lady. A few years younger than him, but not too much. Not clingy. He hates it when they get clingy. He figures he could probably have any lady he wants, but he likes to play it modest when it comes to these things and stick to a certain category to give other guys a fair chance too.

Still, as he's kissing this guy, all notions of his usual type go out the window and he idly wonders why he never wandered outside his comfort zone before. This isn't too bad. Not bad at all. His left hand finds its way to Kratos' upper arm; so much for being on his way again.]

[Oh. Oh, there is a hand on his upper arm. He wants to pull away, he wants to walk away and pretend this never happened, and he resists for a moment--

But then he relaxes, and all that want doesn't seem to be as important. Perhaps... he can allow this for a little while longer.]

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Event Log - Mistletoe

how about the 30th? and what kind of kissy kissy?

[30th - oh man I have no idea. You pick.]

[30th - passion~?! >:D]

[30th - wow your funeral]

[30th - you mean my amusement. it's KRATOS' funeral.]

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