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merry merry christmas, and I want you to know

Who: YOU
What: KISSLETOES
When: December 14th - 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.

[OOC INSTRUCTIONS:
+ Post dudes, get kisses!
+ Some (NOT ALL) plants are cursed. If you manage to step under a cursed plant, you will exchange a memory when or if you exchange a kiss. The memories will be first-person and very vivid, and characters will feel like they are experiencing the memory in real time, though in reality the transfer is instantaneous. Memories can be as short, long, happy, sad, or traumatic as you like.
+ If you'd like to participate, we highly suggest making a list of a few memories (with accompanying links/descriptions) that are up for grabs, and linking or posting the list in your top-level comment. Memory exchange is COMPLETELY OPTIONAL. When in doubt, OOC communication!
+ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG YOUR CHARACTERS
+ That's it, we love you.]

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"True," Ziio admitted. There was validity present in his words. She never asked, because it hadn't mattered to her. It still didn't, in the moment they shared together, so why had she asked?

Curiosity, she told herself. There is nothing wrong with being curious.

"And now I know. And I do happen to like yours as well." Because he deserved that. If he could be so open with her, it wasn't going to kill her to be at least a teeny, tiny, little bit more open with him.

"Well, I DO appreciate hearing that." Jon replied with a little smirk. "Always nice to know one's mug isn't too terribly bothersome to the eye."

He wasn't at all going to admit that it made him genuinely happy to hear that she liked his face. He never spent much time worrying over his appearance - he didn't shave every day, he didn't look for particularly well matching sets of clothes, and he didn't always bother with combing his hair, putting on shoes or making sure that he was perfectly clean after running about in the woods. But hearing her say that she liked his face? That at least made him glad he'd washed up this morning.

"Oh, yes," Ziio began without skipping a beat. "I am positive that was just something you spent a good deal of time concerning over."

And she imagined he didn't. And she also imagined that he probably knew she wasn't being serious. Sarcasm could have been a middle name if Ziio followed modern day naming conventions.

Although on the other hand, she couldn't say she really disagreed. She liked the idea of someone appreciating how she looked, even if it didn't really make a difference. Even if Jon hadn't liked her face, there was nothing she could have done to change it. And if she could, she still wouldn't have. There was so much more to be concerned with than someone's appearance.

Yet it didn't hurt to appreciate someone's whose was nice.

"Oh, indubitably. I spend hours in the mirror, me, adjusting my hair and the like."

One glance at his hair could tell you that this was an absurd fabrication. Though, he knew people who DID spend a great deal of time worrying their hair into place. It seemed kind of funny to Jon, if he were honest.

Then again, this was a man who spent roughly 10 seconds in the morning assigning himself a wardrobe for the day. And that was if he was bothering to wear a shirt.

Is he serious?

As she eyed him, Ziio realised she didn't know the man well enough to make that judgment. Her eyebrows knit together as she studied his face carefully and when she knew that staring would not grant her any of the answers she sought, she looked aside and shook her head.

"Do you, really?" Because to be honest, he often looked as if he tumbled out of his bed and merely went about his day. And that didn't really bother her, considering she certainly never stood in front of a bathroom mirror to make sure she looked right as rain.

"Ah. No. That was an attempt at humor on my part." he replied. "I've no great gift for it, I'll admit."

"Yes. That is what I thought," Ziio nodded slowly. "I was thinking that you always look as if you simply started your day without doing anything to fix yourself up." But she liked it. It made him look a little more wild and untamed and Ziio had a particular fondness for wild and untamed things.

"Well. I take a shower after morning training." Jon replied sheepishly - he'd hate her to think that he paid NO attention to matters of personal hygiene! "I run, do some drills in the park, run back, then shower before breakfast. But even when I do comb my hair, it never stays neat unless I tie it back."

Which he did extremely seldom. He didn't like the way it felt, but if he was doing something formal, he felt it pertinent to at least try and keep the unruly mane tamed.

"A shower," Ziio echoed with some thought.

She rarely used Gordon's shower and when she'd been staying out in the forest, her preferred habitat, she visited the lake. But somehow that seemed less than likely during the winter. People were a bit more obsessed with such things in modern days, however. Bathing and whatever else had been something of a luxury in her day and age. It couldn't be done all the time and to a degree, people weren't always pleasant to be around. But that was just how things were.

"I think your hair is fine as it is," she clarified with a nod. "I do not think you need to change anything about it. I like it as it is." Again with the wild and untamed look about him. He was a wolf and there was nothing wrong with looking wild like one.

"I used to have it cut as a lad. But it grows in too fast to make that practical. And when I transform, it stays long after I've switched back." he admitted, running a hand through it. He was just meant to have an untamed silver haystack affixed to his scalp, apparently.

"And so, I'm pleased to know you like it as it will be for the foreseeable future."

She turned to face him more fully, content to simply eye him closely. "I was unaware that my opinion was so important," Ziio confessed with a small and soft smile gracing her lips. Little by little Jon managed to break through the ice wall she had built up around herself. Never anything personal. Just something that happened by way of old habit.

"You're one of a very, very select few whose opinions I value." he replied honestly. And even less than that number had opinions on his hair which he'd take into account.

She'd merely meant it as a jest but in the serious way he replied, it made the humour leave her very face. For several moments, she simply eyed him as if uncertain of how to take his words. And she opted for saying nothing at all. At least at first. Then she looked aside from him with an idle smile.

"...Is that so." Less a question and more an observation. "Your words honour me, Jon, though I did not ask for them to."

Jon just shrugged. He knew she never asked for any compliment she received. That's just how she was. It was something he'd established about her a long time ago - the fact remained, he viewed her in a very complimentary light and every so often, there would be an expression of that.

"Happy to have honored you, even without you asking me to." Jon replied.

The curve in her mouth was somewhere between soft and sheepish. Whenever he gave that kind of attention to her, she didn't know what to make of it. It made her feel... odd? Questionable, really. Not in an unpleasant way. Just in the manner that it left her momentarily speechless. Yet to be fair, Ziio never had been a woman of many words.

"Do you say things like that intentionally?" she finally asked him. Cocking an eyebrow, she looked over to him. "Hoping to elicit a response from me? A bashful position, maybe. I think you like the idea of catching me by surprise, for that truly is a feat."

"I'd certainly not entirely mind seeing a look of surprise from you." he replied. "We can all use a little shock every so often, unless I'm greatly mistaken. Pleasant, of course. Not the nasty sort."

A pleasant surprise. He wanted to give to her a pleasant surprise. Ziio didn't quite know how to take that either. Which was likely indicative enough of the way he did leave her in surprise. Her head dipped for some moments and she continued walking along, in a far more slow and casual pacing.

"I think when you say things like that, you succeed. Even if my face does not show it so transparently."

"Well, thanks for letting me know." he replied. She was right - he'd never know it by looking at her. "I'm happy to have succeeded."

She flashed him the briefest of smiles before she looked aside again. And unsure of how to proceed, she opted for a very ungraceful change in topic. Like a transition in a film that was not fluid, but rather choppy. Considering that Ziio wasn't the most socialite being, it was almost to be expected.

"...Hm. What do you enjoy most about this time of year, Jon?"

"I'll have to admit that, though I do love the outdoors and am more than resilient when it comes to the cold and the wet, my favorite times in the winter involve a book, a hot cup of tea, and a pair of thick, woolen socks."

Despite the fact that they were tromping about in the snow right now and he was barefoot, he was never averse to shoving his feet into a pair of socks and sticking them up while thumbing through a good novel or a book about Pokémon.

"And yourself?"

His response was an expected one. Certainly nothing for her to argue against and even if she could have, she wouldn't have. Logical and sound. Most people didn't enjoy the snow. Ziio, on the other hand, was so accustomed to literally living in it, hunting in it, and spending time in it that it hardly affected her. Cold wasn't something she ever gave much thought to.

"Memories," she replied simply. For that was true. Memories were special to her and important. She held onto them tighter than it seemed she did. And winter held a ton of memories for her, of the good and the bad.

"Memories, eh? Winter holds a lot of them for you? Or just a few special ones?"

He wouldn't be quite so bold as to ask exactly what sort of memories they were. He thought that, perhaps, if she wanted to be more specific she'd do so of her own accord. She knew he'd listen.

"Many," she confirmed for him. "Important people I met and important things I took part in. Life defining moments. Important moments with people I treasure."

Treasured. Treasure.

"Moments like this one, as well," Ziio continued with a short little nod as she eyed him.

He was just slightly taken aback by her last comment. To have this pleasant stroll likened to having met important people and taken part in important things...?

"Careful. I may well develop an ego." he replied. "I'm glad you find today worth remembering. I certainly do."

At first she wasn't sure how to respond. Then she chuckled. An earnest kind of sound. One she didn't have too terribly often.

"Sometimes an ego can be a healthy thing to hold. Not enough people have confidence, especially not here." And the same could have been said about a bullheaded demeanour. Her people may have thought that poor of her, but she found it merely useful.

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