oh dear god

[unweaving]

Lady A's Christmas Chaos!!!

Saving the world from assholes dressed like a sofa is hard work, and even heroes need to let loose. What better time than the festive season? So what if you're in a world where Christianity isn't a thing! It's time to don your ugliest Christmas sweater, put on your dancing shoes, and tell those around you just how much you love tolerate them. Dance, sing, bone down on the couch, get so drunk on eggnog you puke on the carpet -- Aranea doesn't care, she's way too smart to do his in her own damn house! GET TO PARTYING.

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[somnolentus]

[ god, this is why he doesn't come to parties!! ]

No one said anything about watching out for plants. [ it comes out almost petulant, and the way he crosses his arms over his chest doesn't exactly help out with his claims about adulthood. ugh. ] You should warn people, at least.

[unweaving]

Didn't realize I needed to. I'll do better next time, your Princeliness.

[ That's genuine, said with a shrug but also with a vague air of apology.

And then she ruins it, smirking.]

Next time I hatch a devious plot to make out with you, I'll make sure there's a sign or something.

[somnolentus]

[ he's starting to wonder if aranea counts as karmic justice for being a smartass all these years. ]

... if it's all the same to you, I'd rather just skip the next time.