Happy holidays to your lips~

[padadin]

✾ MISTLETOE MEME ✾

• You are stuck under a random mistletoe.
• There is a note on said mistletoe.
• Whoever comes within range will be pulled under the mistletoe and also be stuck.
• Now you both have to do what the note says to get unstuck.

The "orders" range from cordial to making out, so state your preferences. Feel free to mix and match them, too. Here are your options:

1. Hug. Easy enough. Can be a simple hug or a giant bear hug.
2. Kiss on the cheek. For those who might be a little shier.
3. Kiss on the hand. For those who want to be...well whatever kissing on the hand invokes. Charming? Dashing?
4. Kiss on the lips. 1-2-3 KISS. This is the tame version of the next one.
5. Make-out for five minutes. As described on the tin.


stolen from empatheias

Comments

1 let's do this

[apurrstate]

[No. Nope. Definitely not. He's just going to stand here with his arms crossed.

Maybe forever.]

...how long do you think we can stand here before we die?

HECK YEAH

[wolfuncaged]

[Totally forever. Fuck you, Atroma, you can't make them do anything. ]

...It depends how long it takes us to starve to death, I expect.

[apurrstate]

[Anders gives the idea serious thought.]

We'd probably go by dehydration first, 3 days max. Food, we'd be looking at a week, maybe two depending on metabolism.

[All this fancy new modern medical knowledge was great when trying to figure out how long it would take to beat the system.]

Maybe Atroma will get bored and let us go.

[Wishful thinking.]

[wolfuncaged]

[How about that. Science. ]

Duly noted. We aren't earning them money if we stand around and do nothing. They'll let us go.

[apurrstate]

Sounds like a plan to me.

[Commence attempt to beat the system in 3...2...1...]

[wolfuncaged]

[SOME TIME LATER. PROBABLY LIKE. HALF A DAY. ]

...I still can't move.

[apurrstate]

[A MILLION YEARS AND TEN TONS OF SALT.]

...me neither.

[The most dramatic and put-upon of sighs.] It seems they're very serious about this.
[He looked back up to the card he must have glanced at a hundred times by now.]

...It's...just a hug...I suppose.

[Look, he doesn't want to stay here FOREVER.]

[wolfuncaged]

...I'm still trying to decide if staying here until we waste away to nothing is the better option.

[Look, he might be able to deal with you better than he did, but he still doesn't want your grubby mage hands all over him. ]

[apurrstate]

[Anders put his hands up before crossing his arms again. He'd made his stance known, he wasn't about to put himself out there by insisting. It wasn't like he wanted to hug someone he often associated with an unpleasant and angry porcupine.]

Sure, only several more days to go.

[Time for a game of stubborn-chicken.]

[wolfuncaged]

[It takes several more hours, before Fenris stares up at the ceiling and lets out an angry, unhappy SIGH. He just wants a drink at this point. He wants to eat and drink at least three bottles of wine and pass out on his bed. ]

FINE. Let's just get this over with.

[apurrstate]

[Anders had practically nodded off against the doorframe while waiting. Fenris' sigh shakes him out of it and his brows raise. To be perfectly honest, he wouldn't have been surprised if Fenris had simply left them there to rot for an eternity, he'd basically made amends with the idea.

A change of mind wasn't unwelcome, though, Maker knew Anders would rather deal with the moment of intense discomfort and awkwardness than continue to sit there doing nothing when he could be doing literally anything else.

Likely drink heavily after this.]

Fine.

[Anders had to consciously uncross his arms as he tentatively took a step closer. As soon as it didn't seem like Fenris wasn't going to just spontaneously grow literal spikes out of himself in response, the healer brought his arms up...hesitated...and then finally leaned in close enough to wrap them ever-so-slightly around the elf. His arm barely grazed Fenris' before he was pulling away again as though burned by it.

Good enough, right?]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris remained tense and aggravated throughout the entire experience. Like just the action of Anders hugging him at all might rub off something nasty on him. Or that he might DIE from it. He doesn't hug back, at all, keeping his arms to his sides and ram-rod straight.

He only breathes out again when Anders moves back. ]

...Can we go now?

don't mind me~

[wolfehawke]

[Theres the sound of a click, a flash, and a muffled (very manly) giggle as Adalwolfe records the moment for posterity, blackmail, and the single best defining proof concerning if Anders and Fenris can ever get along.

Then he runs.

He knows he'll need the head start.]