[It's very lucky, because Chase thinks he's made enough awkward noises he'll have to try to forget later for one encounter. Bad enough that he's slightly breathless as he finally manages to pull away, eyes dizzy, unfocused blue. Just give him a second for the curse to really let go.]
[ There's a moment where he stands there, blinking slightly, mind trying to prod him into doing things like grabbing Chase and kissing him again. Then, however, the curse loses its grip and he swears. ]
[And Chase drops his gaze, clears his throat, and hits the button for straight black coffee with a little more force than is strictly necessary, snatching the small plastic cup it pours into from the machine and taking a burning, bitter swallow.]
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Goddamn mistletoe--
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Don't worry about it.
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Right.
[ And a glare at the mistletoe, for good measure. ]