Mistletoe Mingle!

[passingthrough]

Who: Those who are about to be kissed! OTA
Broadcast: Not likely
Action: On any ship in the fleet including the Iskaulit
When: Now until December 26

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.

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Comments

[the_tailor]

Yyyyyyup. That's the case. The Atroma are having fun and games again, except this time, they're throwing the Christmas spirit into it.

[And he gestures up to where the mistletoe is hanging.]

[tempredmental]

Hm?

[Keith looked up to where Lance was pointing.

Well, damn.]

I guess that means we have to kiss... unless you want to stay stuck here indefinitely.

[Smirk.]

[the_tailor]

I don't know, man... Kissing you? I might get cooties.

[He's just gonna smirk right back.]

[tempredmental]

Oh no. Not the dreaded cooties.

Good thing I got my cootie shot.

[Beat that one.]

[the_tailor]

I don't know... I might need to see your vaccination records signed in triplicate to believe that. You definitely seem like a cootie monster.

[tempredmental]

[There was a second where the smile on Keith's face broke, but he pushed it away somewhat quickly.]

Yeah, sure. Like I can get those here anyway.

Besides... what if you're the cootie monster?

[the_tailor]

[He gives a little overdramatic gasp at that.]

How dare you try to turn the tables to hide your true nature!

[tempredmental]

Uh-huh.

[Keith rolled his eyes.]

And how is it turning the tables if it's just pointing the right way?

[the_tailor]

Lies and deceit, buddy. Lies. And. Deceit.

[He punctuates each word with a little poke to the chest.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith grabbed Lance's hand.]

Hardly.

[the_tailor]

You doing something with that there, buddy?

[tempredmental]

Mm... maybe...

[Keith slid his fingers under Lance's to open up his hand, then kissed the palm.]

[the_tailor]

Aw, man... You're going to make me melt, you know. Then you're gonna have to find a way to scrape me up and reconstitute me.

[Big words for someone who's overcome with the dokidokis.]

[tempredmental]

That sounds like something Pidge would say. Don't ruin the moment with science.

[He was teasing, but science talk did kind of ruin the mood for him pretty often...]

Man... that's something I never thought I'd say...

[He chuckled a little.]

[the_tailor]

And yet, here you are. Life's just filled with little unexpected things, huh.

[He smiles, ruffling Keith's hair.]

[tempredmental]

Hey! [Keith reached up to push Lance's hand away, laughing a bit.] Who do you think you are now? Shiro?

[the_tailor]

Pff. I've got rights to your mullet as well, you know.

[He sticks out his tongue.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith made a face.]

Whatever.

[He leaned in at that point and stole a quick kiss, releasing the forcefield's hold on them.]

Nyeh...

[He stuck his tongue out back and started walking.]

[the_tailor]

H-hey!

[He pouts, following right along.]

That's like, a diet kiss! And I'm not about no low calorie macking!

[tempredmental]

That's a double-negative, Lance. It means you don't mind.

[Yes... Keith went there.]

[the_tailor]

You're ignoring the real point I'm making here!

[tempredmental]

[Keith crossed his arms and paused, looking back at Lance.

He waited.]

[the_tailor]

I demand a do-over.

[He crosses his arms.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith looked like he was thinking about it, and then stepped in, taking Lance's face in his hands, and gave him a real full-on kiss.

Do-over indeed...]

[the_tailor]

[Oh. Yep. Yeah, this is exactly what he wanted, and he easily melts into the kiss just as he always does.]