MISTLETOE MEME

[comeasyouare]

MISTLETOE MEME

YOU KNOW WHAT THE DANG THING IS

Christmastime is in the air! So much so, that it seems you've come across some mistletoe... and can't seem to pull yourself away. Worse still, someone else is there with you. There's only one way to break the enchantment...

1. Post a top level!
2. Tag out!
3. ???
4. Profit?

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone!

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AM | I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream

[godofthemachine]

[Option A: Demon

Option B: Horrifying giant fog demon]

A I guess? FOR NOW...

[icefallen]

[Ah, yes. The one pitfall of looking straight ahead when you walk is that one does not see mistletoe hanging above. She intends to just brush by, but it never quite comes to pass.

Well... damn it.

She stares at him, flat and unamused.]

...Hi.

[godofthemachine]

[Oh. Yes. Her. AM looks down as she tries to pass by, but now they seem to be completely stuck. Mistletoe is a silly tradition so AM has made no moves to avoid it. After all, it can be amusing. People get so flustered by it, and AM thrives on their humiliation.]

Hello.

[He looks up to see the mistletoe, then looks back down.]

Was this intentional?

[icefallen]

Wh-- No.

[And he has indeed chosen the correct way to humiliate her. Rio glowers.]

If I wanted to intentionally trap someone, I could do far better than this. No hard feelings, I assure you.

[godofthemachine]

[Slowly, his lips twist into a wry smile.]

No, this is a poor way to trap someone. I was suggesting other ulterior motives.

[icefallen]

[She scoffs, crossing her arms with a sour expression.]

Hmph. I'm out of your league on that, too, I'm sorry to say.

[godofthemachine]

[A bold, almost forceful laugh. That's sad. Rio truly thinks that? Oh. How cute.]

You say that as if I was targeting you.

[icefallen]

How should I know? You seem to be having enough fun implying something unfortunate as it is.

[She may not be able to move, but she can certainly turn her back to him and glare at him from over her shoulder, at least.]

A.

[polkayoureyesout]

[When attempting casual avoidance at parties leads to walking directly up to the seven and a half foot tall spike covered demon: a horror story.]

[godofthemachine]

[AM is large. He's hard to miss. He may not be in fog form, but he is taller than most humans and many of the monsters.

Which begs the question - how could a human be dumb enough to run into him?

He stares down at the man, recognizing him as that nerdy guy from the tunnels and the carnival.]

Do those glasses not help you see?

[polkayoureyesout]

Eh... kinda. [He makes the 'so-so' gesture with his hand. He's joking just a little.]

Actually, I was trying to walk the other way. Something's wrong.

[He remembers AM as the kid at the carnival again. How the tables have turned.]

[godofthemachine]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

I didn't think poor vision affected your sense of direction.

[He reaches over to take Waldo's glasses. AM knows that this sensation has nothing to do with the glasses, but he won't waste an opportunity to make fun of them in subtle ways. Because really, AM is basically just a guy who calls people "Four eyes" for wearing glasses.]

[polkayoureyesout]

Ha ha. It's some kind of compulsion.

[Butters finds he can't step back, so he moves to the side and tries to brush AM's arm out of the way.]

It's not the glasses, man.

[Butters tries to keep his tone light but he feels fear. Why did they always have to go after the glasses? The thought of being stuck somewhere and not being able to see has always been his worst nightmare.]

[godofthemachine]

[AM doesn't make a great effort to grab the glasses. When Waldo steps to the side, he just drops his hand back down.]

A compulsion, hm?

[He leans in slightly.]

You felt compelled to get me under the mistletoe?

[polkayoureyesout]

[For answer, he sighs and points directly up.]

Enchanted mistletoe. Fun, huh?

A

[getmeoutofthedraft]

[...Dammit. You're not the fun kind of person to kiss under the mistletoe.]

[But even without the magic, Hawk's not one to turn down a challenge - at least, not one that involves being an asshole.]

[Heads up, AM, he's going in.]

[godofthemachine]

[Challenge accepted. Then again, AM would have thought Hawkeye would be grossed out by this, given previous conversations about Hawkeye and women, and how AM is indeed not a woman. He almost would prefer Hawkeye balking at this.

But AM doesn't mind. It's just a silly kiss. He'll make sure Hawkeye doesn't regret the challenge.

AM takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around Hawkeye's waist to help pull him in. If that doesn't repel him, then AM will lean in for the kiss.]

[getmeoutofthedraft]

[Okay. Okay, so this is how we're doing this.]

[Hawkeye flutters his eyelashes and presses the back of his hand to his forehead, and then they're kissing, and this is not the first time Hawkeye's kissed a guy - he's always been up for a laugh, and it's funny because... reasons - but it's the first time he's kissed a guy without it making someone who isn't him uncomfortable.]

[Also, it's AM, and this is weird.]

[He deals with it by camping it up as much as possible, popping one foot up and fanning himself dramatically when the kiss breaks.]

Why, AM! I didn't know you cared!

[godofthemachine]

[AM will have to accept that Hawkeye's version of nervous balking is him turning everything into a joke. A silly front to put on, but a front nonetheless.]

Of course. What a sweet damsel you are.

[When the kiss breaks, though, he doesn't let go of Hawkeye. If Hawkeye is going to play a role, AM will play another.]

I care far too much that I must kiss you again.

[And he leans in once more.]

A cos we've gotta take it slow like an off-kilter R&B song~

[thischaos]

[Avoiding the hanging mistletoe is simple until it's not; Mello's too occupied with weaving in and out of the crowd to assess his footing properly and when it misses by just a beat — ]

You.

[The resemblance isn't enough to spark definitive recognition — demons and angels and everything in between — but it's familiar enough to set him on guard. If the vampire's eyes narrow, it's only a harmless appraisal of his situation.]

T'ch. [Flippant as always; anyone who knows him intimately wouldn't expect anything less. To a stranger, it might seem dismissive. He crosses his arms over his chest in an impulsive defensive gesture, tightening his lips in something just short of a frown.]

Guess you got your wish. [So they meet again.]

[godofthemachine]

[Yes, this boy looks familiar. The well-toned body, the dripping arrogance - it's that man AM met while he was pretending to be a nephilim.]

Well, well. My wish did come true.

[He smiles. Are they trapped here? Perhaps. AM doesn't like being trapped, not at all. But he's not going to waste this opportunity.]

So, tell me, Nate, I didn't know you were desperate to get under the mistletoe.

[thischaos]

[The name still sounds odd when addressed towards him; Mello never did intend for them to meet again. And that smile? He gives it right back. He never was one to back down from anything thrown his way. Though his more of a smirk: an upturn of the corner of his mouth that bleeds pomposity with a subtle lift of his lips.]

I was heading out. [Not necessarily a lie.]

You were in my way.

[But here they are, and now? Well. The Gods always did like to fuck with him, didn't they? He arches a brow, gestures towards the mistletoe.]

Wasn't really intending on hanging around. [Still doesn't.] So.

[So.]

We make this quick; we both leave. You touch me and we'll have a problem down the line, yeah?

[godofthemachine]

That makes no logical sense.

[He folds his arms, but his smirk doesn't fade. No, it widens more, as if they're in a competition to see who can look the haughtiest. Obviously Nate isn't intimidated by AM, or if he is he certainly hides it.]

You see, kissing involves touching.

[thischaos]

[Touché.]

You like to hear yourself speak, don't you.

[More of an accusation than a question; Mello's been stuck under the mistletoe with worse people than AM. In and out, and then it's over. Never to be mentioned.]

Stick your tongue in my mouth and you lose it.

[As he leans in without further warning. What's a kiss without a threat?]

[godofthemachine]

[What a snarky little thing. Overconfident. AM will have fun ripping him apart in the future. AM is about to retort about the tongue comment, but all of a sudden "Nate" is coming toward him.

AM is half-tempted to stick his long tongue in his mouth just because. But then again, he's stuck here and he doesn't want to lose his tongue. Fine, if he can't use his tongue, he can use other things. He quickly wraps his arms around "Nate" at that point, attempting to keep the boy pressed to him.]