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 Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2018 9:52 pm
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! Morgan yoinked a shower in some rando’s house- they weren’t usin’ it and were out at work or something-to be clean for the occasion. Smelled all Irish Spring and Axe. Their closet had some ill-fit jeans, a shirt, socks and loafers, and there was an extra hoodie in the closet, so that was all GTG. Nothin’ doin’ for needing a haircut. Like Spaghetti Western need-a-hair-cut. Whateves. Life was a bit shite, atm, so getting out and about to just be out and about and moving and thinking and around people in crowds with smells like people and breath and noise and anything alive that wasn’t just the Negaverse or empty night streets. LIGHTS. MOTION. Not so much Cameras, but ACTION. All in abundance and just requiring bein’ Skivvie a bit. The reality of the winter carnival was so much weirder than the thought and Hollywood of one. Well, not Something Wicked This Way Comes, which seemed a little accurate except targeting everyone and not just kiddos. There was some fascinating ritual about plant ornaments. People got excited and macked under ‘em. Seemed cool and casual and- HEY BUS DIDN’T SAY HE WAS GONNA SHOW? There was a weapon to be drawn on compadre’s that didn’t own up to goin’ and gettin’ some fun, invite along or not. Even better, target acquired was standing under the smoochyplant and didn’t seem aware just yet. Morgan made a running beeline for the ruddy hair and slouchy man-stance to leap-n-lick: “GRIIIIIIIIIIF-” MLEM
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2018 2:34 pm
Zachary was in a bit of a conundrum. A girl had asked him to the carnival, but he wasn't sure if she was asking him to the carnival. Did he dress up or down? Did he bring her a Christmas gift? Flowers? Christmas flowers? Was it appropriate to give a girl who was also a magical warrior a poinsettia, or did it being a potted plant make it weird? What if they reminded him of her hair? Did that make it less or more weird? What if Van was more an ugly sweater type? It was risky to want, and Zachary had long since assumed that any woman in his life would be massively uninterested in anything to do with him, but lately it was so hard to look at her and not wonder if the warmth in her eyes was more than just her usual glimmer. He wanted it to be--her stare left him raw, had him picking up his pen for the first time in years. It was dangerous, so dangerous.
Zachary chose to compromise--he wore his work pants and nice shoes, but topped it off with an ugly Christmas sweater depicting Santa on an iron throne made of candy canes, all in red and black. He held a small potted poinsettia, wrapped in gold cellophane because it reminded him of her and maybe she would like it because it matched her eyes. Before he’d left, he made sure to shower and shave and break open the cologne his mother had gotten for him last Christmas.
And since he was already feeling risky, he waited for Vanessa under the mistletoe, because if he was going to feel nervous about it he might as well take a chance on something going right for once.
He waited about half an hour before they were supposed to meet, fidgeting on his phone to keep him from staring up at the people passing by. It was this nervous habit that kept him from noticing when he was approached by another figure and even when they intruded in his personal space, until he was rewarded for his lack of situational awareness with a warm and wet surprise.
Zachary didn’t care much for surprises. He yelped and staggered and flinched, dropping the pot in his hand.
“What--what the ********>,” he stammered, wiping a droolly cheek with the cuff of his sweater. He looked from the ******** to the toppled potted plant on the ground and back again. “...what the hell, man, Jesus Christ.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2019 8:35 pm
“Yooo ooooooo ooohhhhhhhhh—” Dis was not Grif. Not really even close, aside bein’ kinda fire-topped. And a helluva mouth on ‘em, too, for all the plant on the deck. Maybe that was what made ‘em so ticked. Unless they were some bigot-bug that couldn’t handle being licked by anything not sporting frilly lace and sparkle lipstick. “You kiss your mother with that mouth, Fussybritches? Mistakes were hella made and you are definitely not the People I was….I swear you looked like ‘im. But ...not at all now. Well. “ Rather than just standing there shooting verbage like this wank was, Morgan made the time of talking be of use, crouched, and scooped up dirt and plant back into a semblance of vertical. Stood and held it out. “Jesus is the Reason for the Season if you’re into that hell and brimstone and goddite shiz. But I prefer Arby’s, man. See? It’s okay, just a little shook up. Like you. “
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2019 9:03 pm
Zachary was shaken. Well. Zachary was shook. His brain was still processing the 'person tongue on face' part of the whole situation, and so absently he rubbed at his cheek while the other guy...? chattered about, saying something about Jesus and Arby's like he hadn't just licked him.
His face made an expression like the rest of his personality was still buffering, like there were little spinning loading screens behind his eyes. "I--maybe," he grumbled, taking some offense to the nickname Fussybritches and looking even more the part. "That--you uhh--lick all your friends with that...t--mouth?" A few hours from now, he would think of something infinitely more clever to respond with and clap his forehead, but for now it was everything he could do to try and remember the English language. He'd been licked. By a stranger. Who was going on about Jesus and Arby's.
"--uhhh, yeah," he responded weakly, hands folding around the disheveled plant as the heat in his face started to fade in the chill of the winter air. He looked above him, to the mistletoe, and then down at the guy. Zachary supposed it was an honest enough mistake, if a disgusting one. He'd just been startled at first. "Maybe just a--look before you lick, next time?"
Okay, that was clever. Zachary had to give himself that.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2019 11:45 pm
“Ya know,” It took all of a breath to consider the possibilities: Stillz, Harm, Bus. That was the whole list of friends that could serve. Not a real long list. “ I would. I could. I might. I have...some cases. Or woulda if ...it’s so weird you know. You really did look like one’m. Not just kinda, but spittin’ image like enough to try spit on you via lick. But it’s not like now. Like….yeah, absolutely you’re not him. I looked before I licked….right up and proper. ” It was Morgan’s turn to crane up accusingly at the mistletoe. If only life provided oblique angles on cue like the movies. Ya burned me good, blighter plant. What’s that about? What you got against me? More like mistle-HOE. “Yeah….well, you stickin’ around brave-like under this soured deco, feel free to take your chances. I’ll….be going. Good luck getting your dream smooch, right? If ya know they comin’, not a bad way to get a cheesy moment in. Mines...must not be here. Loves Labours Lost. “ The smile tossed up had the same cheap, glitz and glimmer of party city sourced tinsel. But when dealing with skivvies, what real need was there for more than white-washing the fences. Morgan lifted a hand in wave before braving the rest of the crowd. AMItotic movin' on out for a close this side~
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2019 5:36 pm
Zachary squinted. Was this...how the youths of today talked? Was he really that out of the loop? 'Spittin' image like enough to try spit' was an impeccable line of improv, and the poet in Zachary's heart wanted to commend, but any emotional response he might have had was largely overshadowed by the general feeling of what the actual ******** that," Zachary murmured, bewildered and be-planted and only slightly more worse for wear. He might have felt for this pining, babbling guy, offered him a 'that's rough, buddy', but most of his brain cells were being used to make sure that he didn't drop the poinsettia again. But it was an honest mistake, really, even if the guy didn't look particularly sorry, and Zachary wasn't much in the business of rocking the boat when he had a date to meet.
"...Good...luck...?" He waved a little too, in spite of everything. After all, it was the festive thing to do.Ivynian Wrap on my end! Thank you <3 <3 <3
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