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.

(Adventures in Mistletoe info post. Remember to mark your top levels with any boundaries you want to set! Enjoy!)

Comments

[the_tailor]

[But I don't wanna, he wants to whine like a petulant child. Still, no, he can't let Lotor just up and win this one. He takes a deep breath.]

The tradition is that people caught under a mistletoe need to kiss. So just. I don't know. Mash your lips against my head or something and let's call it a day.

I was not getting noootttififffsss this whole timeeee ;A;

[violentroots]

[ The face Lotor makes is one of disgust at the situation, and then after a moment, at the one he's stuck with. He schools it away rather quickly, but it's still pretty obvious what he thinks about this predicament before his face finds that even pace again. ]

Kiss. These human traditions are rather... forward.

[ Lotor pushes against the barrier then, leaning his shoulder into it. ]

There must be another option.

Rude, Dreamwidth!!!

[the_tailor]

I wish there was. Trust me, you're like, literally the last person I want to be kissing.

[He just looks at him sourly.]

[violentroots]

Hm.

[ The look that the Galra Prince gives him makes it very clear that he feels the same way, if not more disgusted by it. ]

Where is it required for me to kiss you?

now it's my turn to miss notifs

[the_tailor]

I don't think it matters...

[Sorry, Lotor, Lance is super extra disgusted.]

Like I wanna be kissing your ugly mug anyway.

[Honestly, Lance can objectively admit that Lotor is very attractive, but subjectively? Nope. Gross. Super gross.]