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Who: Asbel (

healedbythelight)... And anyone in the house who may decide to get involved.
What: Horrible mistletoe shenanigans.
When: Backdated alllll the way to December 24th
Where: House 28
Summary: Chance encounters under the mistletoe are always awkward
Rating: G.

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[Oh! Well, now he's embarassed again.]

[Good boy, Asbel.]

So do you understand now?

[Nodding quickly. Yeah, he understands. Even if he's currently having a brain failure.}

Then you know what you need to do next.

Y... Yeah. [Even though he's unsure.]

[Good boy, Asbel. He's just going to start steering you towards the door now!]

[Wait what are you--oh, you're leading him towards the door.

Watch out, Cheria, because that doorknob is turning now.]

[Cheria starts the moment she hears those footsteps, but the turning of the doorknob really sends her jumping back. In a fit of panic she does the first thing that pops into her head. That is, to dart away from the door and further into the hallway, away from the living room and its mistletoe.]

[Asbel pokes his head out of the door, glancing up and down the hallway. Did he hear something out there?

...Well, he doesn't see anything... Maybe it was Tiger Festival playing... Ah well. Hopefully Cheria's still in the mood for this... He heads down the hallway, towards the living room.]

[The moment Asbel and Richard have rounded the corner, Cheria comes out of hiding again. Oh no... Now those two are headed for the mistletoe, where Cheria is not. And from the sound of that conversation, it seemed Richard was actually spurring Asbel on to catch Cheria under the mistletoe.

Strange, considering what she saw during the draft, but it's a chance she'll gladly take. Carefully, she strides back towards the living room to see where Asbel has gone.]

[Richard, meanwhile, will be positioning himself just out of sight but in a location where he can spy on everything that's going on, because he's a creeper like that.]

[When Asbel arrives in the living room, he glances around, looking for her. Did she go somewhere...? The groceries aren't even put away...]

[The moment Cheria rounds the corner to step into the living room, she pauses. Now how is she supposed to get Asbel to the doorway with the mistletoe? It's all the way on the other side of the room, across from the kitchen.]

[Well... Cheria's not around. Maybe she'll appear later...

Okay, let's put away some of these groceries. Quick, Cheria, now's your chance! Move the mistletoe!]

[... If she can't get Asbel to the mistletoe, she'll have to bring the mistletoe to Asbel. Tiptoeing as silently as possible, she moves over to the far doorway and reaches up, trying to get a hold of the mistletoe.

Why did Richard have to put it up so high? Almost... got it...]

[Let's see... Bread goes in the bread box... Rice goes in the pantry... The roux goes in the pantry...]

[Ugh, the tips of Cheria's fingers can reach the lowest leaves of the mistletoe, but not enough to actually get a grip. Maybe if she jumps up, she can make a snatch for it.

Here goes... Hop!

Sadly, the mistletoe comes off far more easily than she'd expected and the surprisingly fluid momentum causes her to lose her balance when she touches the ground again. She keels over backwards and lands on her bottom with a loud "Oof!"]

[Asbel winces when he hears that crash. That sounds almost too painful, whatever it was. Stepping away from the pantry, he walks back towards the living room through the kitchen to see what the crash was.

...Until he sees Cheria on the ground. Then he's practically sprinting over to her.]

Cheria!

[Oh no, Asbel heard and now he's coming over! Cheria hastily attemps to hide the mistletoe in her hand by slipping it partly inside her sleeve.]

O-oh! Asbel! I'm fine! I was just... I just slipped. [She'll push herself back to her feet, now.]

[Not without him helping her to her feet of course.]

How did you manage that?

[A light blush appears on Cheria's cheeks as Asbel helps her up.]

The floor... must've been wet. From the snow outside. [Yes, this is plausible. Let's stick with this.]

[Well, that makes sense. He must have tracked some snow in from outside and didn't realize it... Now he feels indirectly responsible.]

Sorry... I should have checked.

[That is so not what Cheria intended.]

N-no, it's fine! I'll just clean it up in a moment! Don't worry about it.

[Asbel's eyes drift up from the imaginary puddle of water up to the doorway, where he notices something is missing.]

...What happened to the mistletoe?

[Oh. Uhoh. Cheria smiles nervously, then admits defeat and holds out a hand to show the mistletoe.]

It ah... It fell. Here it is.