Event Log - Mistletoe

[lucetimods]

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.

Comments

[misterbrief]

You think I'm keen on it either? I'd almost rather die. But, I've got things to do, and at this point I think I've kissed everyone in the village. [It's super gross, man...]

So let's just get this over with so I can make my way to the restroom to clean my mouth.

[aerialassault]

Well, if we're gonna have to kiss anyway, we may as well try to make it fun...

[It was clear that he was thinking too hard about this.]

[misterbrief]

Make it fun?! What's wrong with you? [What did the mistletoe do to Cliff!?]

[aerialassault]

[Frowning.]



Just trust me on this one, okay? We'll be able to laugh about it and never speak of it again like this.

[misterbrief]

I don't care that you are currently in a woman's body, that doesn't mean that makes this any less disgusting! How in the galaxy do you even intend on making this fun?! I've got a wife, you know, and kissing anyone but her is repulsive and completely unacceptable! I've had to wash my mouth out too many times to count since this ridiculous mistletoe business started! It's humiliating!

[Can you tell he's really hated this?]

[aerialassault]

I know it is, but would ya just play along for once?!

[You're humiliated? At least you don't look like your daughter in the middle of all this!]

[misterbrief]

[His eyes close and he grits his teeth. It's not like he has much of a choice.]

Fine, but no funny business or I'll blast you. Now what's your big idea.

[aerialassault]

[Cliff gave a thoughtful hum, as if he hadn't fully thought it out.]



Yanno, how about you let me wing it? Can you just trust me?

[misterbrief]

[His mouth turns up, but whatever.]

Just do whatever you need to, but I'm serious when I say this will be the last thing you ever do if you try anything weird.

[aerialassault]

[Grinning wide:]



So, you're saying that you will? I knew you would!

[Internally holding back his own misgivings, Cliff jumped at Vegeta and wrapped his arms around the man like a little girl.]

Thank you! I knew I could count on you!

[He quickly pecked Vegeta on the cheek and squeezed him tight.

Yes, Cliff is hamming up the little girl act.]

[misterbrief]

[He is almost completely speechless at this display. Almost. But his face is contorted into some form of horror at the action, but in too much shock to shake him off.]

Who- who are you and what's happened to Cliff?

[aerialassault]

[Cliff let go and dropped to his feet, staring dumbfounded at Vegeta for a moment before bursting out in laughter.]



I-- I told you to trust me!

[But seriously, man. That face!]

[misterbrief]

I thought you'd had your mind replaced with another! [Because holy shit seriously that was TOO MUCH FOR HIM TO PROCESS] I wasn't sure if I was going to have to blast you or not!

[He wipes the 'kiss' from his cheek. Gross.]

[aerialassault]

[It was just easier for him to not have to think about actually kissing Vegeta. Seriously, man!]



Why do ya think I gave plenty of warning? Sheesh...

[He shook his head, tossing around that long blue hair, and pointed at the air above them.]

Look, man. The thing's gone now. Isn't that the important thing here?

[misterbrief]

Ugh. [Still gross. He doesn't care that it's over and done with and the thing is gone.]

As if your professional hairflipping there was going to get the point across any better. [Seriously his daughter does that.]

[aerialassault]

[Frowning. His girl also does that.]



You got a problem with how I'm getting it out of my face?

[Also: It was too cold to tie it back.]

[misterbrief]

You make it almost seem like you were getting ready to model. Which is your business, but I'm just pointing out the obvious. [Yeah, he's exaggerating a little bit, but when doesn't he when he's mocking someone?]

[aerialassault]

Oh, shut it already, why don't-cha? It's done now. We can forget it.

[misterbrief]

Don't get too defensive about it, now. [But alright, he's dropping it.]

Anyway, I've got business to attend to. So if you'll excuse me.