[Stephen is on his way to work when he bumps into Bones on the sidewalk.]
Oh hey, man. Sorry about that.
[Oh, what's this? They happened to have stopped under a lamppost upon which rests a sprig of mistletoe? There is a brief moment of internal struggle before Stephen grabs him by the front of his shirt and kisses him.]
[He's actually on his way to the supermarket. Even thieves have to eat, when he passes Bones in the street. He pauses for a second, for reasons he knows not, and:
Grabs him by the back of the neck and kisses him.]
[ natasha is just walking behind him on the sidewalk why are you going so slowly get off your phone bones. ]
That's most likely the least of your concerns.
[ and then she arches up on tiptoe--everyone and their mother is taller than natasha--slides a hand around his neck and pulls him down to kiss him. 8| ]
[Brushed and flossed! Princesses have excellent dental hygiene! You're welcome to inspect that for yourself of course since she is passing by with a smile and nod even if you haven't met and that mistletoe is feisty.]
[Have a Charlie, sidestepping one batch of mistletoe only to end up right under some just inches away from you, Bones. Also? She's so wrapping her arms around you and kissing you. Because the mistletoe told her to.]
[Observant as he is, Raymond does have an unfortunate habit of not paying attention to his immediate surroundings, particularly when he's focusing on something else — like avoiding the cursed greenery, for one. And perhaps just as unfortunately, this is what causes him to run right into Bones.]
Hey— [It doesn't take long for him to realize who he's bumped into, and when he does, two things register in his mind. One: the man is taller than him, goddamnit. And two: of all the people for him to run into during a curse like this, of all the people...
He grits his teeth, trying to resist it for now, no matter how much that curse might be telling him what a good idea it would be to just grab him and—] Isn't this a bad day to be taking a walk?
[Ginny tends to fall into the habit of snogging doctors on this curse. A curse of which she is something of a veteran, what with it being her first ever all those Decembers ago. It always seems to fall on the days she's decided to go Christmas shopping, too, and one would think she's learned by now, and she's really trying to keep her hands free and ready for pushing people away—which is why she's caught under this awning, trying to rearrange her shopping bags.
An awning that's got a cheery little sprig of mistletoe sprouting from it.
Naturally she's too busy to notice because some nicely-wrapped gifts have just spilled out of a tear in a bag and Bollocks! because she has to pick them all back up now.]
[Chase is just emerging from the locker room at the hospital, newly changed from scrubs back to the suit and coat for ward visits. Which, on a day like today, are bound to be interesting.]
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Oh hey, man. Sorry about that.
[Oh, what's this? They happened to have stopped under a lamppost upon which rests a sprig of mistletoe? There is a brief moment of internal struggle before Stephen grabs him by the front of his shirt and kisses him.]
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Hi, I'm Dulcie.
[That's polite, right? Now comes the bit where she gets to throw her arms around his neck and plant one on him.]
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ngl, she's not even cursed right now
lmfao oh Dulcie
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Grabs him by the back of the neck and kisses him.]
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That's most likely the least of your concerns.
[ and then she arches up on tiptoe--everyone and their mother is taller than natasha--slides a hand around his neck and pulls him down to kiss him. 8| ]
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Hey— [It doesn't take long for him to realize who he's bumped into, and when he does, two things register in his mind. One: the man is taller than him, goddamnit. And two: of all the people for him to run into during a curse like this, of all the people...
He grits his teeth, trying to resist it for now, no matter how much that curse might be telling him what a good idea it would be to just grab him and—] Isn't this a bad day to be taking a walk?
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An awning that's got a cheery little sprig of mistletoe sprouting from it.
Naturally she's too busy to notice because some nicely-wrapped gifts have just spilled out of a tear in a bag and Bollocks! because she has to pick them all back up now.]
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