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i saw mommy kissin santa claus

Who: YOU
What: KISSLETOES
When: December 15th - January 1st
Where: Everywhere
Warnings: Sloppy makeouts.

SUDDENLY, AND WITHOUT WARNING...

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The entire school has become covered in mistletoe overnight. It grows out of the walls! The ceilings! Everywhere you least expect it? HOW CAN THIS BE??

It's probably best not to think about it. Attempts to uproot the plants or burn them away only makes the plants grow back faster. For the time being, it seems the school must live with it.

The astute might find an unassuming note pinned the bulletin board in the main office. WHAT COULD IT POSSIBLY MEAN??

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[OOC INSTRUCTIONS:
+ Post dudes, get kisses!
+ Some (NOT ALL) plants are cursed. If you manage to step under a cursed plant, you are glued to the spot until you receive a kiss OR tell a secret--characters, of course, logically will not know about the secret option to start! The IC clue is the mysterious note.
+ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG YOUR CHARACTERS
+ That's it, we love you.]

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After his first blunder, Mondo was dead set on avoiding any and all plants- even trees. But they were everywhere, and even when you thought the coast was clear, they would be hiding amid other decorations. Running away was more impossible than he thought... It was either this or stay cooped up in his room all season, and that wasn't something Mondo felt he was capable of doing for long before driving himself crazy with boredom. Where will YOU get stuck with this stupid punk?

Oh man, don't worry. Jock sees you standing over there looking all constipated and like you want to just accidentally murder someone again (again) and he knows what's up.

Jock comes up and licks your cheek.

"Hi, Mondo!"

Oh, did that do the trick? Mondo tries to unstick his feet from the ground and is met with success.

"Hey, you freed me! Thanks, buddy!" Sure he was just licked by what appears to be a full-grown man, but who cares, right?

"Yeah!" said Jock. "I love giving kisses, they're the best!"

He loves giving kisses. They are the best.

"Man, this mistletoe shit's gotta be easy for you, then," replied Mondo enviously. "If you're stuck, all you gotta do is lick someone and you're done." And he must be so carefree, with that doggy heart of his... not caring about who he was slathering his tongue all over so long as they weren't someone he hated or a cat. If only he could do that without it being weird!

...Yes, Mondo was getting envious about licking people.

Mondo didn't really delve too deep into the consideration that not everyone knew that Jock was really just an overgrown puppy inside, and that if he did this as a human, it would be really freaky to poor souls who didn't know any better. The point was that it was easier for him!

"Yeah! It's really easy. You can do it, too! Here, lick my cheek!" Jock offered up his cheek to Mondo to lick. "Or you can give me a regular kiss, too, like the kind mom gives me, 'cause you're a people."

"...Nah, that's fine," Mondo declined, looking a little put off. "I know it's easy for you, but it'll be kinda weird comin' from me."

Apparently he got stuck with him when he had missed a mistletoe. Oh yes, he wasn't really out much during his first December in the school, but he had heard of them nonetheless. Regardless, this was what he got for spacing out when he walk.

And now he's stuck.

Chihiro was stuck with Mondo.

And Mondo was stuck with Chihiro.

Look, this mistletoe could get obscured by so many wreaths and tinsel and shit, so it's not like, when Mondo passed Chihiro, he expected to get stuck to the floor. When he realized he couldn't move from the spot, a look of horror and embarrassment crossed his face.

"God damned plants!!" he hissed, curling his fingers up tightly. "Fujisaki, I'm sorry, but... we..."

Poor soul's face is getting cooked a nice festive color. Unlike his icon, which is unrealistically gray.

It could be said the same for the smaller boy, who's face might as well could lit up the Christmas lights.

"I-I know..." he answered nervously as he spot the cursed little plant that glued them on the floor. Would Mondo mind though, he wondered? No matter how he thought about, Mondo knew and perfectly acknowledges he was a boy, and frankly he was still -for some reason- not entirely sure if the other would mind kissing someone of the same gender.

~~See Ishimaru's thread~~

If asked, he'd definitely refute. But in a position like this... doing something like kissing a guy was acceptable because he didn't have a choice. Aaaaand as far as guys went, Chihiro was unreasonably cute. Even with a haircut, he could STILL be confused for a chick.

Mondo sucked in a breath that escaped his system in a long sigh, propping his arms akimbo as he tried to figure out the best way to handle this. It should be easy to just... give him a kiss, right? Briefly he considered what-if-I-just-licked-his-cheek-like-Jock-did, but that would be... no, that would be equally if not more awkward. The longer Mondo prepared himself for it, the more he silently worked himself up. It was almost crippling, and the most he did was bend his knees to match Chihiro's height better, because after that all he was capable of was staring, staring and trying really hard not to let his face screw up too much.

"..." Just imagining where he could kiss him was pushing him over the edge. No matter which spot he thought to press his lips, butterflies went on a rampage inside of him. Forehead, cheek, head, lips... Too many damn options! Even if he really didn't mind kissing him in the slightest- even started liking the idea, he was getting so anxious over it. At this rate, what if he lost control and started yelling at him? Surely, he had more self-control than THAT... Except he totally didn't. Maybe if he just... focused his energy in keeping himself together, he could attain some kind of dispositional Nirvana. Yeah.

Except then he spent his time doing that instead of just GOING FOR IT.

The anticipation made Chihiro's heart beat louder with every second, but he too could tell that Mondo seemed to be on the edge himself. Time felt like it was passing on standstill, every moment the strange feeling on his stomach build up through the anxiety.

It was just a kiss. It was just. A Kiss. His head repeated the mantra to calm himself from the butterflies that rage in his stomach. But, it was a kiss from his -possibly, most certainly- close friend. Regardless, Mondo seems to be going for it. It was just a kiss. A kiss that would otherwise not happen if they weren't glued to the floor.

On impulse, Chihiro leaned in to kiss Mondo. Right on the lips.

"Mm!" It was soft contact, but the impact was hard and fast inside his head. The expectation had been there, to give or receive the gesture and it still had the power to send voltage through him. Maybe it was because he'd been trying to work up the gumption to go for the kiss himself and didn't expect Chihiro to initiate it instead. It's a cliche notion, but he swore his heart skipped a beat.

Mondo barely moved even then, forced to do nothing but get kissed and that might as well be for the best because if he moved, even kissed back any more than he did (which may have been a bit of a tilt forward to receive it better, nothing more), it could have sent weird signals. After the kiss was over, he looked at Chihiro with surprise, but couldn't maintain eye contact for long since they... well, they just kissed. He moved his hand over his mouth carefully and continued to have his heart get flipped around like a warm hotcake.

"Sorry you... had to do that," he said after a few rounds of pauses.

He didn't thought much of it really, in fact, strangely enough that his instincts were telling him to wrapped his arms around the taller boy and deepen the kiss. To say he didn't thought much of it perhaps wasn't entirely correct, rather he couldn't think straight. What little he could register perhaps was the deafening sound of his heart beat and how hot his face felt at that moment.

When Mondo pulled back, his eyes darted away, "it's.... it's..." 'No, thank you, it was perfectly alright'? 'It was nice'? 'Thank you for the help'? "... fine. It's, um, fine... thank you."

"...Good." Not quite the best or most eloquent response, but his mind couldn't work up decent conversation at the moment. It didn't help that Chihiro's meek reaction sort of shot the last dart at his heart. No one, especially no boy, should be allowed to be this cute.

He stood around awkwardly, none of them able to look each other in the eye. It was becoming unbearable standing there trying to hide his soft skippy feelings so Mondo worked up an excuse. "Think I'm gonna head off now. L-later." The gang leader turned to leave, raising a hand as a token of goodbye.

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The real question is how many times did these bozos get stuck together though.

An adequate amount, considering how much time they are wont to spend in each other's presence.

"...Damn. I think we hit another one."

Mondo checked all around, but not a single sprig lay in sight. They weren't even beneath a doorframe or a beam of wood or anywhere else that would lend a good nest for the foul and accursed plant. It was a mystery as to how they were stuck, considering they were out in the open air. The gang leader narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but then turned to Kiyotaka and looked him in the eye with silent intention. There was a sheepish edge to it, but he was determined to get them unstuck. He leaned in uncomfortably close to his brodai's face.

"You ready for this?"

This whole "get stuck, kiss anyone" thing was happening frequently enough to have become routine by now. It was thinking about it like that that had ultimately eased Kiyotaka into it in the first place. Some kisses came more easily than others, but it was the ones that came most naturally that bothered him most of all.

"Of course I am! Aren't you by now?"

"Damn right I am!" affirmed Mondo, who didn't want any hesitance or other soft, related feelings to show. If he made it seem like a challenge instead of a kiss, he figured it would leave less room for awkwardness to seep in. Making it quick and simple seemed to be the best way to appease the stupid plant and get it over with. It's not like they had a choice, and Mondo didn't know about the "tell a secret" deal yet.

He grabbed him by the shirt, yanked him up a little higher while leaning in lower to close the distance, and kissed him hard and fast, closing his entire mouth over Kiyotaka's.

It was so hard and fast that their teeth clacked and their noses bumped uncomfortably. Good work, Mondo, very romantic. Kiyotaka jerked his head away , smacking at Mondo's hands.

"That isn't a kiss!" He was pretty sure they were supposed to be less angry and violent, anyway. "Be more careful!"

"Who fuckin' caaaares," argued Mondo, feeling his pride get stung somewhere. "A kiss is a kiss! The point is, we're free!" He turned to walk ahead only to discover that his feet were still stuck, and he could only step in place.

"...What?! Come the fuck on!!" He rolled his eyes in humiliated exasperation and his head as well. "Plants don't know how to judge kisses!" Such a useless thing to say in a world where mushrooms could make you gigantic and dogs could talk.

Aww, they would still be stuck.

"These plants don't make any sense at all! Alright, we'll just have to do it again... Last time worked, so we'll do it that way! Lean in!"

The taller boy expelled a sharp huff and huddled in again. "Fine! This time around, I'll kiss you so fucking good, the mistletoe'll HAVE to gimme a pass!!"

Determined lilac burned brightly and furiously into Kiyotaka's line of sight. This was stupid, fuck everything, especially the picky plant and its evil design. Mondo, more attentively this time, reached out both hands to get a handle on Kiyotaka's head for better control and pressed his lips firmly against the pair in front of him- aiming NOT to make it more like a contact sport than a kiss this time. It came out vigorous and more passionate than before, but with the added touch of care to it. His disdain at being put down like this was so maniacal that with passive-aggression he ran his tongue across the partition of his lips before disconnecting. Yeah, the mistletoe would like THAT, now wouldn't it?

::mondo takes this the absolute wrong way and retaliates swiftly by socking him in the nose.::

Hey!! You wanna start a fight, do it like a man!

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