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 Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:20 pm
Freya assumed that her New Years kiss, which was, admittedly, the best kiss ever, Kettil was going to take her home. Instead, he surprised her yet again. She turned her head to the side and caught sight of Mot, standing there, alone.. Perfect."Yehr so perfect, Hooter." Some women wanted diamonds, some wanted silk... well, okay she wanted those too, but she sure did love being given the gift of a chance to bug someone! So she snuck away from his arms, and gestured for him to come around Mot's other side without him noticing. Stealth mode was a go..
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:28 pm
Mot was unaware he was being stalked, as he quietly contemplated leaving the party to get some New Years coffee.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:30 pm
Kettil grinned at Freya and simply said, "I know."
Then it was time to follow cues from his Valkyrie as he went quiet and snuck around to Mot's other side as careful as could be.
He wouldn't spring forward until he was told to.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:31 pm
The priestess didn't immediately offer her attention towards the student with the microphone, but at the mention of kissing mismatched eyes flicked in the zomboil's direction. A brow lifted, curiosity piqued by what she supposed must be some celebratory tradition associated with the coming of the new year. The count down began, and an altogether impish smile slide along darkly painted lips as Nergui turned in place to look up at the tall guardian with nimble fingertips sliding up along the low V of the stallion's tunic. Up and up until she reached the back of his neck and her nails played against the back of his scalp. As the room called out the last seconds to midnight Nergui used that gentle hold on Soren's neck to pull him down to her. If a kiss was the proper means of ringing in the start of the year, then by all means, that was what they would do. Far be it for the priestess to question tradition. When Chaya caught sight of him and called him over, even going so far as to catch his hand to pull him towards her, Jory let loose a nervous little chuckle, crooked smile spreading slowly. "Sura and I have met." If you could count almost being stepped on meeting,but once they'd gotten past that little mishap things had seemed to go smoothly. "So how you ladies doing?" Restless hands were twisting at the hem of his dress shirt. Perpetually awkward, but at least he seemed more at ease around people he'd previously met.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:38 pm
The Blackes were, true to nature, doing the creep. A moment before she popped up on Mot, she took out her phone and snuck in one quick picture of the unsuspecting target. Then she tweeted it with the following tags. #newyearsprey #wefeastonmottonight #yolo "HAPPY NEW YEARS MOT!!" She screamed, popping up and wrapping her arms around his neck from the side, while planting a messy kiss right on his cheek.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:39 pm
Jove was suddenly surrounded by something terrifying.
Everyone was... kissing.
His fluffy ears turned back nervously, and he stuffed another spookie into his mouth as though that would make everything right again.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:40 pm
Kettil popped up on the other side of new years and much to Mot's shame, Kettil also kissed Mot's other cheek with a big sloppy kiss, "HAPPY NEW YEARSSS!"
He had no shame. There was no shame in kissing another boil's cheek. His father kissed males on the cheek all the time. That made it totally okay and manly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:45 pm
Mot became the meat of a Reaper Sandwich. A very bony sandwich. He yelped and froze, his posture tensing as he heard the yells, and felt the kisses, sloppy and messy on each side of his face. Those voices... "K-Kettil and Freya! H-happy New years to you, too." He tried to smile, but it seemed strained. He wasn't sure if he should be flattered or creeped out.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:52 pm
Jack had a devious plan.
Turning to his smaller bro, he gave Yin a small pat on his shoulder, having spent a few moments standing there like a wallflower, when, he himself, was a party-maker. "Go find your boy, I'm sure he needs a little encouragement for the wonderful party he helped with." He murmured to the mantis man, before shimmying back on to the dance floor, coming along side the smaller ghost boil that he had slowly become friends with.
"Jo~ve. You look so bored. Maybe you just need a little affection." He sing-songed a bit. It was the beginning of a new year right? "I'mma steal a birthday kiss, K?" He offered, before leaning dowwwwnn and smooching the pup on a cheek, and the other. He couldn't full on kiss the pup, because that would just be rude, but this was good enough.
It may have pushed some of Jack's clothes sparkles on him too.
Woops!If anyone wants to harrass Jack on his birthday, do it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:52 pm
Admittedly, save for Kettil, this sandwich was in fact very bony. Freya squealed with laughter when Kettil did not miss a beat, and she hung off of poor Mot while leaning over and grinning at her fiancee proudly. She reached out for a fistbump with Kettil, and then tilted her head to grin at Mot. "We gotcha!" She announced, flipping out her phone for the millionth selfie of the night. At least this time had her and Kettil hanging off a very sheepish and strained looking Mot. Memories that would last forever.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:15 pm
Kettil's head had taken to resting on Mot's shoulder when the three-way selfie was taken. Clearly this would be the best memory ever, especially for Mot.
If he felt the sandwich was too bony ... He didn't complain one bit. Kettil just clung to Mot forever, pretending to be oblivious to the discomfort the poor boil felt. That and he loved Mot forever. Forever.
"Having a good time, buddy?" He asked in a chipper tone as if something weird wasn't going on right then.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:27 pm
He had gotten a little mixed up with the sudden on rush of people wandering back and forth from the changing of the year, his eyebrows raising a little as he tried to find something that was a bit of a flagstone that would bring him back to someone he actually knew. It didn't take him long to catch sight of Angeline, and he decided to go wander next to her, something about Elvira having wandered off to find her bubbling up in his scattered memory.
Elvira, herself, had been standing, looking down at the noisemaker that Bren had brought her. It wasn't that she hated it, it was that she wasn't entirely sure how she was supposed to use it.
"I do appreciate that you brought one to me, Brenley, but I do not think my little deer mouth would work with it very well." She offered up, giving him a content look. Hearing the familiar boot falls and clinking of vials that he always had on his body, she turned back to see Ashton finally coming up to them.
"Took you a while. Did you get lost?" She asked him, before turning and picking up the noise maker with her teeth finally, trying as much as she could to use it.
"Enough from you. Hello Angeline." he offered up, knowing Angeline probably already knew he was there, but hey, he couldn't assume. Turning to the other two, he gave a quick, short bow. "Evening, to you both. A wonderful year ahead of you, I hope, also." He stated, before being abruptly cut off by the sound of a deer blowing a noise maker.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:31 pm
Oh no not a picture! Mot smiled nervously for the shot, despite the fact he didn't want to. Gosh, these two sure knew how to make a boil uncomfortable. "I uh... sure." Mot answered uncertainly, his elbows tight to his sides as the reaper sandwich continued to go on too long. "Good time, good time. Just a little.. tired?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 5:09 pm
"Oh, you could, but I don't think it would be good to share, I mean...." she trailed off, looking towards the sound of Bren's escaping footsteps before pouting, "I'm blind not deaf..." she huffed, putting her hands on her hips then looking down at Elvira, "Would you be jealous if I got a familiar or should I ask how much your rates are for being borrowed from Ashton?" she asked teasingly, looking up again when she was handed a popper.
She nearly was preparing herself to ask which direction the thing went when a familiar clanging an the approach of bottles and greenhouse scents turned her head, a smile quickly growing on her face at the appearance of the Alchemist. "I was wondering if you'd been kidnapped. I should hope you wouldn't since I would make a horrible hero to rescue my damsel," she leaned into him before looking towards Sera and Bren, "Ashton, Serafina and Brenley," she introduced, before looking (hopefully) at Sera and holding the popper up.
"Which way does this face?" she asked.
Her internal clock continued to whirl inwards as the stroke of midnight got closer and closer, her shoulders tense when midnight came. Time was very important when you were a clockwork.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 5:33 pm
Since it had taken very little time for her to get to the Wishing Tree, Belladonna had sparkled at it for a moment before she had snatched up a piece of paper. For a long while she stood there thinking of what she wanted to write, considering the vast array of possibilities. A wish on New Year's was very important, so she felt it necessary to chose wisely, but there was just so much she wanted, she was having a hard time choosing. The witch was quite distracted when Hel swept by with a kiss and a hug. Happy for the distraction, the witch wrapped her arms tight around her friend and cooed a number of sweet things to her before the Valkyrie slipped off. That left the witch alone with her wish still unwritten. But the announcement of the closeness of the new year is what eventually makes her give up, setting down her pen and paper. If she had not made the wish yet, she would never make it and besides, she doesn't have to write it down for it to count. With a smile, Belladonna wove her way between people, happy to see so many people excited for the prospect of a new year to do all the things they hadn't accomplished in this one. It did all feel very hopeful, something she was mighty grateful for. Around the count of five the ghoul drew close to her target and waited until the first party popper had gone off before she pounced on Mort. One hand shot out to grab his shirt and pull him close as she hopped up on tip toes to press a kiss to him. "Happy New Year!" She cooed gently, giving him a sweet look. "You sure you do not want one of those loud party favors? They look like such fun!" Ah ha, wasn't she funny?
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