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 Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2018 11:02 am
Quote: Sprigs of mistletoe dangle from various spots around the carnival and it becomes abundantly clear that most people are taking advantage of the fun holiday tradition, be it a cute peck on the cheek or an opportunity for some gross PDA. You happen to notice a crush or loved one standing under one of the sprigs and on a whim, you decide to adhere to timeless tradition and give them a kiss (even if it means mustering up your courage and getting over your shyness to make it happen). When you open your eyes, you soon realize... that wasn't your crush/loved one at all, but a total stranger! Oh no! Jacques had wandered around the "carnival" for some time. He really wouldn't have called it one. There was... a few things. But nothing that he thought actually fit with a stereotypical carnival at least. There was an ice maze that he didn't really care for, some food stuff, and ice skating rink. Honestly the whole thing should have been inside a building or something. It was too darn cold out here to actually enjoy any of this. Except for the hot chocolate which he had bought to keep himself warm. There was nothing like a cup of heated, flavored syrup to keep oneself warm and awake. As he took a sip of his hot chocolate, he noticed a spot of mistletoe that was dangling from some wire or something. He had noticed the spots before and had promptly ignored them, but this one was closer now and he would have to pass right under it. He sighed as he did so, intending to get out of the "vicinity" of the plant quickly, but just as he was going under it, the lid to his hot chocolate decided to pop open a bit, causing him to stop right under the plant while fixing the lid back onto his drink.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2018 2:27 pm
Amaris wasn't, like, shy? She would never call herself shy. Nobody had ever called her shy, actually, and for good reason. If she hadn't been laid up sick for the past few weeks, she would have been the life of the party, or the life of the carnival (as it was); but she'd been exhausted and in pain, and it'd ruined any thoughts she'd had about getting out and having fun. She hadn't been contagious in the first place, and even if she had been, she wasn't anymore -- so it was a combination of restless energy and blind cheer that pushed her towards the mistletoe, because that blonde-and-blue hair looked familiar, and maaaaybe she could have stood to pay a little more attention -- but, like, it was fine, mostly. Probably. Okay, maybe it wasn't fine. Amaris kissed the stranger on the cheek and then pulled back with a gasp (more than a little over-dramatic, really). "Oh my god I am so sorry I thought you were, like, one of my friends??? Holy s**t I can't believe I just smooched some rando stranger, this day is the worst." The look she shot him was a little pleading, looking for some sort of absolution from her perceived screw up. [thread wc 211]
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2018 2:35 pm
Suddenly, Jacques felt his cheek being pushed by something, which made him spill a bit of his drink. After a moment, he registered that he had just been kissed and looked in the direction that the kiss assault had come from. It was a young woman who was apologizing about kissing him and apparently having though of him as one of her friends. He gave her a look that said, "Really?" How someone could mistake him for one of their friends with his dyed hair... he was pretty sure it was uncommon, if not rare. Just his luck! Though he was more annoyed at his drink having spilled. It got onto his glove, and now he was missing just a little bit that he may have been able to drink otherwise. He finally got the lid back on and sighed. Without even looking at her he replied to her pleas, "Yeah it's fine." Well, it really wasn't. His poor drink! Sure, he had packets at home that were about 50 cents each, but he had paid $4 for this drink! He looked forlornly at his drink. This is why he didn't want to be under this stupid plant!
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2018 5:05 pm
Considering the relative darkness of her skin (at least, compared to his), the shade of pink Amaris managed to turn was fairly impressive. She wrapped a loose curl around one finger and pulled it tight, laughing a little nervously and a little too loud -- not really the freedom from guilt she'd been looking for! But, really, what had she expected from a random stranger she'd started randomly macking on? Not everyone was her, and not everyone was going to just roll with it. (Sadly.) "It's just, like, y'know, the mistletoe, and." The look in her eyes made it relatively clear she'd finally managed to realize any further talking on the topic was just digging her further down into a hole of her own making. Amaris thought of herself as clever on a good day, or at least an average day, but she had been having a long streak of bad days and - more than anything - was mostly just caught up in a stream of 'oh my god. oh my god. oh my GOD I am so stupid how did I do that' inside her own head. Oh, god, was it obvious? Could he tell her brain was stuck on loop? He could totally tell, couldn't he, oh god. I, Amaris thought to herself, as loudly as she could, just in case some random mind-reading youma was listening in on her, am a total moron."Uhhhhh. Anyways. Do you want me to, like. Uh. Buy you a new drink or something? Not in a weird way! Totally not in a weird way. But in an apology way to make up for me being a moron." She winced, hard, as soon as the words came out. This was not her day.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2018 6:15 pm
Jacques was still thinking about his drink when he realized that the girl was still talking to him. Or at least trying to. It seemed that she was stuttering or something more than she was able to form words. He sighed and turned around to her. "It's fine. It's just a drink. I think I'll be able to recover from your mistake." He replied with a smile. He didn't mean it in a mean way, though he knew that sometimes his words could be taken the wrong way. "It..." How should he word it so that he wasn't being creepy as heck? "It's just fine. I'll be fine. I'll probably forget about it." That is if she would stop bringing it back up. "It was just a mistake and I realize that. I'm not mad at you or anything." He tried to calm her down so that she would stop trying to apologize. Really, it was okay. He wasn't scarred by it or anything. It wasn't the first time that it happened to someone somewhere on a planet of 7+ billion people. He would even call it an uncommon occurrence, but one that could happen accidentally anyway.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2018 11:00 am
"So we're good? We're good." They were so good. Amaris took a deep breath and tried to recenter herself; she looked around and nobody was looking at her, which was basically ideal as far as she was concerned. "If we ever meet again, this never happened, I have no idea who you are, bye!" ... and she was gone, shooting him fingerguns as she left. She was just going to put that entire encounter out of her mind forever, hopefully.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2018 12:16 pm
He nodded, trying not to show how annoyed he was with the situation still. She could just stop talking and yet it was as though she felt the need to add more. Well, he couldn't blame her too much for that. Nervousness would do that to someone, but he was glad that the situation was over and that she had left. He looked at his drink-covered glove and sighed. This is something he certainly wouldn't be doing next year. Daekie Last post here is fine! Thanks so much for the rp!
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