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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[symmetrophile]

That's not what I mean.

[Kid stoops to sit on his heels, extending his arms toward Pip, who eagerly leaps into them with the kind of single-minded adoration reserved for those whose role of 'parent' has been thoroughly imprinted.

The young reaper has no problem dropping a peck to the top of Pip's head.]

This should be sufficient. [Straightening up, he starts to stroll away.]

As simple as--

[...

Stuck.]

What, no!

[spacecase]

[Waiting.

Aaaand he hasn't got it.]

"What, no" just about sums it up, yeah.

[symmetrophile]

[...Standing here forever won't solve anything.]

Pip, go on.

[Completely willing to dance around with total freedom around the hallway, the Eevee nevertheless comes up short of actually scampering away to turn around and watch the other two keenly.

This is no time to be loitering around!

Kid exhales.]

Jade, your hands, please.

[spacecase]

[Siiiiiiiign.

She holds out her hands anyway.]

All right.

[symmetrophile]

[Even though he'd been the one to ask for them, Kid regards the pair of hands with the sort of uncertainty of one asked to pet a slug.

Not necessarily with fear or disgust. Just. Wariness, and a large amount of being generally unsure.

Inhaling through his nose, and with a firm set to his jaw, he takes both hands.

And drops his head over them, giving the edge of each only the most vague of contact with his own lips.]

...

[He hopes that worked, this is weird enough already.]

[spacecase]

[If Jade were to categorize someone in the "prude" section, it would be Kid. Geez, she knows the first kiss is super special for some, but it's not actually that big of a deal.

Then again she might be bitter because her first kiss was a corpse.

...She takes a moment to wipe her hands on her skirt before trying a step back.]

There. Free. Now go play with Pip, he really wants your attention.

[symmetrophile]

Excuse me.

[If he's grimacing on his way past, chasing after Pip, that's got something to do with her wiping her hands like he's got something contagious.

Okay, granted. He's not particularly fond of what he deems 'intimate physical contact', mostly justified on grounds that aren't exactly relateable in human terms (or maybe he's just not used to it), but--

Yeah, no, it's still weird.

If he spends the rest of the day warily watching out for mistletoe, no one can blame him.]