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

[postocular]

I think it might just be the Atroma doing it..

[ He can't say that other gods don't exists because well, Thor and Loki definitely exist, so that opens up a huge can of deity worms. ]

[abracafcku]

Or them.

[It's always them, isn't it? Taako sighs and throws his hands up into the air.]

Great, wonderful. I had a souffle in the oven and I'm sure it's going to be burnt before I get out of here. I can't wait to Scorching Ray their asses for making me fuck up a souffle.

[postocular]

[ It's always them. ]

I could. Um.. Help you out? Don't want you to burn the souffle or anything..

[ Kill him, he's so embarrassed. ]

[abracafcku]

[Taako's ears flick upward as a mischievous grin starts to spread across his face. Well then, this is a development.]

You wanna help ol' Taako out, huh, kiddo? I'm flattered.

[postocular]

[ You know what, on second thought, he takes it all back. He doesn't want to help. Carl huffs, definitely not looking at Taako. ]

Have to go into the kitchen sometime..

[abracafcku]

Whatever you gotta tell yourself, kid.

[He knows it's just a good-natured offer of help, but never let it be said that Taako was good-natured in the least. Even if he's consigning himself to sitting here for another hour, he's going to tease the shit out of Carl.]

You should count yourself lucky. A looot of people have had to work a lot harder'n this to get a kiss from me.

[postocular]

Y'know what, I changed my mind.

[ He takes a few steps back and crosses his arms. Like a petulant teenager. ]

[abracafcku]

[And that's exactly what Taako needs to rip a full bellied laugh out of him. He may have just consigned himself to mistletoe hell, but the look on Carl's face is freaking priceless.]

Oh no!! I guess I'll just have to die here while you get your sulk on.

[postocular]

[ Listen, he's a repressed teenager who has only ever kissed one girl before. And only once. He deserves to be made fun of a bit. ]

I can wait. How long do you think your souffle has?

[abracafcku]

Oh I can wait longer than you can for something as hilarious as the look on your face, bubelah. I got centuries.

[And? If the place catches on fire, Carl will have to come in to take care of it anyway, meaning he has to pass by Taako. Meaning?

Eventually, Taako will win. Even if it means setting everything on fire first.]

[postocular]

[ Uggh. Why is Taako right? Still, he can play, sitting down in one of the empty chairs. ] Hope it's worth it.

[abracafcku]

[And since Carl is settling in? So is Taako. He casts Levitate and sits crosslegged, hovering in the air.]

Mmmhm. Already is, my dude.

[With a grin, he settles in, arms crossed in a mockery of Carl's pose.]

[postocular]

[ Well, just show off why don't you! No, but the levitating is really cool.. He's not impressed. He's not impressed... (yes he is, it's fucking awesome) ]

[abracafcku]

[Show off? Sure okay. He starts checking his nails over, pulls out a nail file and starts filing away.

And every time he slides the file across his nail, it sparkles in multicolored lights.]

[postocular]

[ Dammit, Taako, why are you so cool? He's trying to be annoyed at you! ]

[abracafcku]

[Because he's a jerk like that. Also, he can tell Carl is watching, so he's going ham it up. Taako blows on his fingers a bit, sending a few sparks Carl's way. They glitter and disappear like snow.]

[postocular]

[ WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS??? No, he knows why. Still, he'll take out his communicator and start browsing. Two can play at that game. He can act indifferent. ]

[abracafcku]

[Because he's got over a hundred years practice at being a total dickwad.

Taako hums a bit, levitating in the air, checking out his nails, throwing sparks and glitter off as he files his nails.

Then? He casts Mage Hand and tries to snatch the communicator out of Carl's hands.]

[postocular]

[ G O d. Mage Hand works, because of course it does, and his communicator goes flying out of his hands, though he tries to keep hold of it. ] Wh-- Hey!

[abracafcku]

[And it's just going to float up to the ceiling, just out of Carl's reach, in the most frustrating game of keep-away that Taako can manage.]

Oh no...! Your communicator is haunted! What a tragedy!

[postocular]

Ugh. You are such an asshole. [ And yet, he's not the biggest asshole, and he never had older siblings that did this to him. ]

[abracafcku]

[He bites back his snickering laughter and floats the communicator a foot to the left.]

Why? I'm commiserating with you over how haunted your shit is. It's truly unfortunate. Look at it go.

[postocular]

I'd say ghosts aren't real, but one works here, so...

[abracafcku]

Oooh I'm gonna tell Mickey you called him a ghost.

[He floats the communicator two feet to the right, dipping it just barely low enough that if Carl jumped, he might reach it.]

He hates being called that.

[postocular]

What's he going to hate more? That, or being called a cartoon mouse?