It is October, you know what that means? Mistletoe! It's everywhere, and once you're under it, you can't move until you've smooched at least once. Play safe, play nice. Don't try to hurt the other person or you might just feel the pain, too. That's the beauty of the magic of October mistletoe, yeah. So act accordingly, kids.
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[ Holiday parties at the school are always an event and for a place that is generally buzzing with activity, that's saying something -- it's a blending of all the different cultures, beliefs, and traditions. It's a joining of friends and family, of students and X-Men both past and present. It's as easy to get caught up in the festivities as it is to find yourself in a three hour conversation with an old friend you haven't seen in years.
This isn't the first time she's checked up on him. She just does that, she can't help it. She borrows a pair of eyes or gives one of the boys a gentle suggestion to try and strike up a conversation, but she isn't surprised to find him lurking. Jean sidles up beside him, a cup of spiked cocoa in hand, and bumps her shoulder against his. ]
[ he doesn't exactly corners bruce into this. first, he's not huge into pda of this sort. second, does he really need to given how often they climb each other.
he's just... in a good mood. enough that he'll use the ring to make a little green mistletoe above their heads. he can already see the eye roll bruce is bound to give him, and hal grins, feigns a quick sharp gasp and gets all into bruce's space.
Nope. You can't go and talk about boring science things with Flash until you kiss me.
[ his smirk widens slowly when he notes how this section of the watch tower is empty. ]
[While he would normally agree that a tenacious effort often deserved to be rewarded, Scott would rather gut-punch whoever's idea it was to place mistletoe all throughout the manor. It made it difficult to take a stop without getting caught. Scott's a bit more observant than that.
[ alright, so atsushi might be a little out of touch regarding customs and the likes, but he does know the meaning of a mistletoe hanging right above them. it doesn't seem like chuuya hasn't noticed it yet, what with him fiddling with his phone.. maybe something came up at work?
he dutifully waits for chuuya to look up before he leans in, one arm draped around chuuya's shoulder to pull him closer. it's a soft kiss, almost a little chaste considering how it usually goes between them. atsushi lingers like that for a moment despite them being in public.
a beat passes until he finally pulls away with a tiny smile curving his lips. ]
Mistletoe, Chuuya-san.
[ with that, he points above them using the index finger of his other hand. ]
being fairly awkward at a jl holiday party held at the kent farm. he's got eggnog in one hand, his cellphone in another, and he's absolutely fine in this corner that he's not moving from for the rest of the night.
[ fancy christmas parties were nothing foreign to yoshimune, and as a result, smaller, more intimate affairs were twice as exciting. something different that didn't require him to dress as flashily or behave like someone he wasn't.
even better that his friends were there. never mind that he didn't think twice about the perils that doorways posed in this particular setting. he managed to snag asahi under one such door with a big grin, unaware of what hovered above them. ]
Of course there was a Christmas party. If Diana hadn't been the one to insist, then Barry would have said something, and there was a certain curl to Victor's lips that said that he would have mentioned it possibly just to bust Bruce's chops. Clark had been over the moon, as the holiday did happen to be his favorite, and he took the time to stop by and decorate the newly-finished League headquarters with the kind of cheer that someone unaware of his genuine delight might have considered deeply sarcastic.
But the decorations did go up, the party did start, and Alfred (and Martha) had put out quite the spread. It wasn't exactly a huge affair, but there was enough room and enough people that there was small groups that had formed for conversation and discussion of the party or world politics or whatever happened to have caught their fancy.
Unsurprisingly, Bruce was off on his own, settled beneath an arch that led out of the main space and towards the monitor equipment. If Clark didn't know any better, he'd think it was the slowest and most subtle attempt at escape he'd ever seen. If not for one thing- ]
[ have an ollie sliding up to you tonight, dinah. it's the oliver queen penthouse. it's christmas. there's fairy lights and decorations everywhere. and there is... a whole bunch of people here!
yes, ollie threw a holiday party. he's even wearing a santa hat. ho, ho, ho.
but that aside, he has a really concerned look on his face right now. incredibly concerned. what's bothering him, you may ask? ]
... No one's eating my Christmas chili, pretty bird.
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