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As Mark went down, despite protests, and because it was better to be safe than sorry, he sprayed the body spray one more time. Then, face down, he simply lay there. And then curled into a fetal position as Molly neared ground zero, which had the delightful aroma of This Is Supposed To Be Chocolate? all around.

"No." He clutched the body spray tighter, the Kiss falling off his cheek. "I'll never give up to the Dark Side! And Jedi do not bathe, they are above bathing. If you shower too much you might watch away your Jedi powers and rugged good looks and stuff."

Molly received an excited wave as the red headed hunter joined them. The last time she had seen Molly was when they had forcefully given Mark a well needed bath. Which, he might need again after all this. With Mark in the fetal position, Kat continued to pull Hershy's kisses from her pouch, placing them on Mark's cheek still. "The only thing that will get washed away is your stench, Mark. Who knows, maybe some girls will actually stop running in the opposite direction if you do?"

Head snapping up when hearing her name called out, Kat's crimson gaze landed on the petite hunter on her way over, tailed by a smaller blonde boy whom looked strangely familiar. "Hi Eva! Long time no see! How are you?" She paused a moment, tilting her head to get a better look at the boy with her. "You look familiar.." Perhaps if Otto was in his usual attire, she would notice the second person she loved to pick on, aside Mark.

Molly beamed at Kat, but then switched her attention immediately back to Mark. “Mark.” Molly’s tone very much had that ‘patient mother which will continue to wait here until you meet my demands’ vibe. “Please give me the can.” Her hand continued to stay out. “If you don’t hand me the can, and shower, preferably tonight, after the party, then Santa Claus is going to put you on the naughty list, and you’re going to get coal.” She frowned, because this would be a very sad thing indeed.

“I also won’t give you your gift until you give me the can.”

Otto's face went blank. She didn't recognize him. How could he be so lucky? Would he be able to avoid getting picked on by her if he----

Nope. Eva blew his cover. And he couldn't run now that she had him tied down by the arm.

"We've met." Otto spoke softly, the Joy in the air making it hard to come off as angry or cold. "Hi, Kat."

"No." Mark exclaimed petulantly, rolling over away from Molly, more Hersey Kisses scattering on the ground. "It's mine- wait a second."

Eyes shiftily turned back towards Molly. "What kind of gift."

Harrison was busy skeptically watching the throne.

He'd had some bad experiences with thrones. So long as it was just a regular chair. But it was hard to tell with all the glowing yuletide rune decorations everywhere.

He switched his peppermint stick to the other side of his mouth.

Here we see the cunning Rep closing in on it's prey. Unwittingly the elusive short haired Harrison set it's attentions elsewhere. Watch the Rep move patiently towards his quarry, clad in the pelts of lesser beings to silence his movements.

Rep internally entertained himself with a David Attenborough style commentary the nearer and nearer he got to Harrison. Crouched low he froze whenever he suspected being in peripheral view and Tracey spurred him on when it appeared to be safe.

When the moment is right, the Rep will pounce, engaging long-honed instincts in the capture of his prize.

Once he was close enough, he slunk his arms around the Moon hunter and purred playfully in his ear. "Hey~ Feeling Nostalgic, Boss?"

Solomon stopped in his attempt to take Dory-scarf up the wall with him when Nevada grabbed his collar, leaning back (still with Dory over his shoulder) and giving Nevada a sad look - which for her was mostly just the frown. "But I need to take Robin out on patrol of Gotham...." he said sadly.

There would be a long frown-off before Solomon's shoulders slouched in defeat. He couldn't climb with both Dory and a potential Nevada trying to pull him down, unfortunately.

This sadness was short lived, however, as Solomon perked up so suddenly he almost launched his bro from his shoulders.

He saw it.

The Nakama Chair.

"Robin, Gotham needs us." he said slowly and seriously before he suddenly went running off - to launch himself across the quartet that was currently on the Kissing-Santa-Seat....
...

With Dory still over his shoulder.