Hey, look, kissing

[not_heavens_adam]

Huh... There's a mistletoe right above you... That's weird, it's Decemb-- oh wait. December is the perfect time to get stuck under the mistletoe with someone. And look! There's a someone else stuck with you under there right now! And, of course, you both can't move until you kiss one another.

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[shippingmath]

[Dirk doesn't move an inch when Kid attempts to slip past him. He's probably making it more difficult than he needs to, considering he is taking up half the doorway, but he's not going o be ordered around like that.

He's just waiting for Kid to finally move past him into the house... but then he doesn't. He's already raising an eyebrow at that, but then Kid accuses him of doing something, and he just frowns.]

I'm not doing anything. Try explaining before you accuse me of anything.

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[symmetrophile]

[He tsks with aggravation, and then, with the sort of gesture intended to mean 'Forget it', he decides to go back outside--

--And runs into the same invisible force preventing him from leaving, as well.]

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[symmetrophile]

[Finally, with mounting annoyance, the young reaper reaches out to grasp Dirk by the front of his shirt.]

I CAN'T LEAVE, OBVIOUSLY! Now, what did you do?!

[shippingmath]

It makes no sense that I caused that. Why would I want to be stuck with you?

[And Dirk leans away from Kid's grasp of his shirt. It's hard to see his eyes narrow behind his shades, but his voice is sharp.] Get the fuck off me.

[As soon as he can shrug off Kid's hands, he turns to walk out himself, because he doesn't mind the shouting, but he will not wait around and be manhandled.

Only, he doesn't get very far. As soon as he's taken even one step, his feet stick to the floor as well.]

What the fuck.

[symmetrophile]

[Considering the glower Kid is aiming at Dirk's back, it's a miracle he isn't experiencing a sunburn.

He lifts a finger to point at the foyer, after witnessing Dirk's own difficulties.]

You're... not causing that? Then what--

[shippingmath]

Curse, probably.

[Dirk returns to the doorframe and starts leaning against it again. If it's a curse, there's nothing to do but wait it out. This is tame for a curse, after all.

Only, as he leans back, he catches sight of the mistletoe again. And stares.]

[symmetrophile]

[That answer is completely unhelpfu--what's he staring at?

Tracking the direction of his gaze (not by his eyes, concealed behind shades as they are, but by the tilt of his chin), he finally spots the sprig.]

Is that... [Oh, he knows what that means.] Mistletoe?

[shippingmath]

That does seem to be what it is. I would not be surprised if it were tied into this problem we're having.

[He does his best to remain utterly deadpan while saying it.]

[symmetrophile]

Hold up your hands and do this.

[He laces his fingers together, palms pressed to each other.]

Then this.

[Stooping, he holds them palms-up, fingers still interlaced.

Should Dirk actually comply, you bet Kid is going to abruptly step into the platform provided by his hands, and ascend Mount Strider. If not? Well, let's cross that bridge when we get to it.]