oh dear god

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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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[ Have you ever seen a shark in red lipstick?

Sadly for Noctis, there's no cello accompaniment to warn of her approach. She just strolls on up, steps measured, smile wide. ]

Look at you, prettyboy. Never knew you had it in you.

[somnolentus]

[ ... he's practically like a baby animal led directly to the slaughter. ]

What, socializing? [ not that he's doing... that. at all. whatever. ] Guess I'm full of surprises.

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[ A little black kitten, equal parts fluff and fight. It's adorable. ]

Is that what you're calling it in the city these days? Cute.

[ Noct she's

pretty close now

seriously dude ]

[somnolentus]

[ the second he notices how close she's creeping, it... flusters him. and his immediate impulse is to drop his gaze, but with aranea? that's a terrible idea, because it just means he gets an eyeful of all that generous cleavage pushed up in his direction. instantly, heat floods up from the nape of his neck and into his cheeks, shading his skin a pretty damning pink. ]

U-Uh. [ managing to stammer over even that, because he's the king of cool. ] ... they have a different name for it, out here?

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[ Well, shit.

She was going to liven up her evening by seeing if she could plant a kiss on him without him flinging her ass across the room with magic, but that's so hopeless it's sweet. She sighs, and folds her arms.

(jiggle) ]

I call it standing under the mistletoe looking like a target.

[ and then, not unkindly: ]

Aren't you supposed to have people looking out for you?

[somnolentus]

[ ... how does someone manage to jiggle that much in armor.

but. ] ... mistletoe?

[ and he directs a look upwards, nose scrunching. ] What, that stuff?

[ ... yeah, he's hopeless. ]

They're around. [ the last he saw, ignis had been prowling near the table of refreshments, no doubt hoping to find something worth jotting down in his recipe notebook. and gladio's obviously at least a few beers in, judging by the easy sound of his occasional booming laugh. ... and prompto?

well. someone convinced him to stop dancing and get down off the table, so. there's no telling. ] ... more or less.

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You need an adult.

[ It's at least as affectionate as it is amused. She throws a casual arm over his shoulder and points upward. ]

That stuff. Mistletoe. I'm sure Spot could tell you where it's native to and what it's good for, but I don't give a shit and if you've had more than two glasses of that punch, neither do you. The main issue for you right now is that it's tradition to kiss under mistletoe.

[somnolentus]

I am an adult.

[ because adults often feel the need to go around insisting on their adulthood.

and, well. he'd probably be a lot more flustered about the casual way she throws an arm around him, but he's distracted as he follows her glance upwards, towards the innocuous little ball of greenery hanging from the doorframe. he'd just assumed it was something similar to the garland that someone went and strung up, but...

her explanation makes him flush, immediately ducking out from underneath her arm and backing up a step. ]

-- That's not why I was standing here!

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[ Don't worry, Noct. Swiftly removing yourself from a situation you don't want to be in is a very adult thing to do, well done.

She's still very, very close to laughing, though. ]

Oh, ouch. Never thought it'd hurt so bad to be so right.

[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.

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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.