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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[noodledream]

[ The turquoise tie is actually a fairly helpful hint, especially because he'd seen who had been wearing it earlier in the evening and the fact that she'd won it away from its owner despite the flush to her cheeks stated pretty clearly that she wasn't at that much of a disadvantage.

But then again, Gladio was rarely one to back away from a challenge either.

Which is why he sinks down across from her in a graceful slouch and shoots her an easy smirk. ]

Well, don't you look all merry and shit.

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My bells are positively jingling.

[ It's not until she's said so that she actually looks at him, and cracks

the fuck

up ]

Shiva's frosty nipples, where'd you find one of those to fit a big unit like you?

[noodledream]

[ He grins, unrepentant, and stretches his arms out to either side of the sofa he's seated on, settling comfortably and enjoying the reaction he'd gotten out of her. That had been half the point, after all. ]

I've got my connections. The hard part was finding a matching one for Ignis.

[ Because yeah, that happened. Even if Ignis isn't aware of it yet. ]

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They come in leopard?

[ Faux-astonishment aside, her eyes flick over him -- not lasciviously, but not in a way she bothers trying to hide. ]

You know, I'm not sure there's much point playing a a strip game with a guy who spends most of his time half-naked anyway.

[noodledream]

[ It gets a laugh from him, easy and bemused. ] Everything comes in leopard from somewhere.

You sound awfully certain that I'd be the one who ends up stripping. [ He tips his head back as he eyes her, easy in his confidence. ]

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Ooh, he's confident. I'm just saying it doesn't exactly make for high stakes for you, right?

[Says a woman who fights in cleavage-armor. She's probably just jealous. She gives a theatrical little sigh.]

Then again, I guess it's important that everyone's comfortable.

[noodledream]

I'm easy to make comfortable. [ His smirk lingers as he stretches long legs out in front of him, beneath the table between them. ] What about you? I'm open to negotiating other stakes, if these aren't high enough for your liking. Nothing wrong with a little friendly challenge, right?

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What, and miss my shot at that sweater? Not a chance.

[ They're probably even the same cup size.

She leans towards him, fingers linked in front of her. She can't even tell if he's showing off, and that? Makes things interesting. ]

What's your game?

[noodledream]

There are easier ways to get your hands on my sweater that don't involve a crushing defeat in a challenge of chance. [ He points this out with an easy laugh, but he too leans forward in interest, one arm propped atop his knee as he angles himself towards her, eyeing her in speculation. ]

I'm usually pretty flexible. We could try poker. Or triple triad.