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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:14 pm
Hartley Rathaway ::subtly gets in line behind Wally:: But...you're not under this...kissing weed.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:15 pm
Sorry for the inconvenience, Mister Luthor but thank you at any rate. Why do I not even remember coming here?
Odd
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:16 pm
Chris Powell So you're let him walk on this until he tries to kill all of us again!? I never thought you would be soft on crime, Starr. If you want a hive poking muscle tissue for cerebral cortex "pro-active" type, then go on and call Magog. I'm here to keep the peace, not enforce the Bush doctrine.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:17 pm
How can I not be under a piece when Wally freakin' plastered the ceiling with them?
::looks up, sees that he's in almost the only place where there IS no mistletoe::
Aaaand there's the classic Piper luck for you.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:17 pm
Bah...
*continues to float*
Can I get down now?
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:18 pm
Fables Snow White Sorry for the inconvenience, Mister Luthor but thank you at any rate. Why do I not even remember coming here? Odd You are, if I am not mistaken, the living personification of a fairy tale, are you not? Perhaps someone is re-writing your story. Disney did it once, and you became fixated on dwarves and apples.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:19 pm
Katherine Kane Oh, would you look at that.
*Steps up to Chas and flicks the mistletoe over her head.*
*Looks up at the Mistletoe again and then back at Kate.* *Smiles at Kate.* I do believe you're supposed to kiss me now. *Her eyes sparkle with teasing mischief.* It is tradition and all...
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:19 pm
I know who I am. I just have a gap in memory for some reason
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:20 pm
Hartley Rathaway How can I not be under a piece when Wally freakin' plastered the ceiling with them?
::looks up, sees that he's in almost the only place where there IS no mistletoe::
Aaaand there's the classic Piper luck for you. *conviiiiiiiniently (or accidentally* bumps Hartley's hip with his own, nudging him under a sprig of mistletoe* Oh well, if this be the custom of the day and age... *grabs Hartley, dips him down and plants one on him*
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:22 pm
ewwwwwwwwwwwww mushy kissing stuuuuufffff
HEY! What are you doing in here, young lady! Get away from that Christmas Tree. You can't go around touching things that don't belong to you. That's what rude people do scream
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:23 pm
*Gives Chris a curious look.*
This is when like my sister would ask something totally along the lines of.
"SO in that armor you're like invalnerable, right?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:23 pm
::Gets dipped and kissed under the mistletoe::
::Closes his eyes::
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:24 pm
Roxy A Spaulding *Gives Chris a curious look.*
This is when like my sister would ask something totally along the lines of.
"SO in that armor you're like invalnerable, right?" Give him a wedgie.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:27 pm
*lets Hartley up for air*
A man could get used to this...mistletoe.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 8:27 pm
::suddenly, 5 other little kids emerge from various hiding spots::
What the hell?!
you said a BAD WORD. BAD MOMMY!
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