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

[30th]

[shiningbinds]

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.]

[30th]

[dealsinshipping]

[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.]

[30th]

[shiningbinds]

[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.]

[30th]

[dealsinshipping]

[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.]

[30th]

[shiningbinds]

[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.]