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graveyardsmash2017-12-24 07:52 pm
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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!
Disaster what
Hey, boss.
[If he tips his head with the greeting, it's only to glance up at the Gods' trap suspended above them. The mostly-full glass of Burgundy he holds by the stem is only for show — just a sip here and there; an old habit picked up from long before Ryslig was his prison. He holds it out towards the demon with a careless nonchalance.]
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[Because, for the two of them? Waiting is half the play.]
[Greed pats his foot.] Hmn? Gunna guess it's your usual, right? [He questions. His claws spring out from his hip and as they pose above the glass, the look they take is a different kind of trap. A five-bar split made in crooked talons and skin so dark, so deep, it could easily give a tar-pit a run for its money. The former homunculus takes the offer, his neck craning in.]
Something on your mind? [The lip of the glass crnks - his talons, all but testing its skirt. Even if Mello isn't interested in the mistletoe, he never does anything without a purpose. No, there's always a ploy to him. Something he wants, something he's looking for, and oh, oh.]
[Does he have avarice's ear.]
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[Before the ability to enjoy alcohol was ripped away from him, the vampire enjoyed nothing more than a good Cognac. Burgundy is a secondary choice, something he grabbed without too much thought.]
[And Greed knows him all too well by now, doesn't he? The eternal back-and-forth between the two of them; the Sin won't feed Mello's pride a morsel when it comes down to the wire. No, he wants everything: admission, the satisfaction of being advanced upon — the rules have long-since been made clear.]
Mm? [Two can play.] Not really. [An idle shrug; it's bullshit through and through.] I was planning to go around you, but —
[Well.]
Decided against it. [Idly eyeing the glass; no one ever said Mello had an inability to speak honestly when it suits him.] Figured you wouldn't mind.
[Welcome it, even.]