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The Onsen, Wednesday afternoon

There were some pesky plants around, and after spending most of the day trying to stop Issa from chasing them (who knew if they were poisonous) while trying to watch an entertainment, Seivarden had decided to go to the Onsen. This was a perfect day for a bath, and when she entered, she had the pool all to herself. Slipping into the water, she closed her eyes, ignoring the plants hanging from the ceiling.

[open, for mistletoe silliness or otherwise]

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Now Seivarden slowly opened her eyes.

"Can you stop yelling at the plants."

That was when the mistletoe nudged her cheek. She tried to brush it away with her shoulder, but it wrapped itself around her upper arm instead.

"What the... Aatr's tits, can't I at least have a bath in peace!"

"Not with this stuff," Summer grumbled, who was dealing with her own arm now wrapped in the stuff from her attempt to just push through it, trying to shake it off, then trying to pull it off, which only resulted in both her hands, and managing to tie them together. Ohhhh, if only she could glare hard enough to just burn herself free, because she was certainly glaring at her hands hard enough to think that she might be able to.

"Mistletoe," she offered by way of explanation. "Or, worse, Fandom mistletoe. This stuff'll set its sights on two people and not leave them alone until they kiss."

She figured it was only fair that Seivarden knew what they were up against. She obviously didn't realize how dire this was. And she figured that, if she knew, that'd mean mean she'd want to fight like hell to prevent it, too.

Edited 2018-12-12 18:40 (UTC)

Seivarden turned around to look at Summer.

"What?!"

The mistletoe took this as an opportunity to slip further down around her arm and tug at her wrist, forcing Seivarden to raise her hand above the surface. She stumbled to her feet in the water tugging back.

"I'm not going to kiss you! You're just making this up for me to... fuck!"

The mistletoe was tugging back.

Now that was a very well timed choice of a curse word, right there.

"Why would I make that up?" Summer was almost too busy boggling at that to fend of the little shove forward the mistletoe had given her, which, even without the current situation, was just dangerous, there was a lot of water and edges here, mistletoe, someone could get hurt.

At least she'd managed, thanks to way too much experience with being bound against her will, really, to get her fingers around the mistletoe around her wrists to start prying it away. "But, yeah, sure, I'm going to make up a whole elaborate ruse involving aggressive mistletoe just to kiss you, out of anyone else on this island. You really are delusional, aren't you?"

And that would be Summer then swatting another incoming sprig away from her face.

"I'd rather kiss Leroy," she murmured, and then regretted, because now the mistletoe and the squirrels were going to get idea, but, then again, if it let her off this hook, she'd gladly take it, because she 100% meant what she'd said.

Seivarden would really prefer not to flail around showing her bare hands in front of Summer.

"Try find a squirrel then!"

The mistletoe wouldn't get go, which left Seivarden standing with a hand in the air, glares moving between Summer and the mistletoe.

"Ugh," said Summer, who very much did just that, glancing around, hopping out of the way of some mistletoe she was pretty sure was trying to trip her into falling into the water, "never when you actually need them...You hear that, Leroy? You're missing your chance!"

If that didn't work, she might just have to buck up and get it over with. At this point, it seemed her options were going to wind up being between kissing Seivarden and winding up brained on the side of the onsen from falling over thanks to their nudging.

Seivarden's outstretched hand was pulled towards Summer, which resulted in more swearing and tugging.

"Isn't there a knife somewhere?"

She figured Summer would be interested in finding one too, at least if she was sincere about not wanting to kiss.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Summer, who felt like she'd be just as likely to cut that outstretched arm if she had a weapon as she would the mistletoe, "lemme just pull one out of my swimsuit."

And then Summer was plopping down gracelessly at the edge of the pool, because if she didn't let herself down, she was pretty sure the mistletoe would find a way to force her down closer, and she wasn't about to let that happen, her hands went flying around her head for a moment to get them away from her ponytail, and found herself all too relieved to hear the little scritch-scratch of approaching squirrel claws on the tiles.

"Ohmygod," Summer breathed out, "I don't think I've ever felt more relieved to hear that sound in my life. Okay, Leroy, let's get this over with."

And even though this was clearly not the form he'd prefer Summer to be in for this moment, Leroy took a moment to squirt some squirrel breath spray into his mouth (an action that inspired Summer to change her mind and go leaping into the pool into Seivarden's arms instead) and beamed up at her expectantly.

"I am never going to hear the end of this," Summer muttered, her face a near rictus of disgust as she leaned in and planted a kiss on the top of Leroy's squirrel head, holding her breath to see if that'd be enough to satiate the mistletoe.

...if it wasn't, and she wound up kissing both a squirrel and Seivarden, she was catching the next portal to Naboo and never coming back.

"Eww."

Seivarden might be relieved that Summer kissed Leroy, she just wished she hadn't had to watch, or have the sense to look away.

"Fine, now let go of me. I'm not kissing a fucking squirrel."

Summer was going to spend what felt like a good five minutes wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, although, really, she was being dramatic, she'd unfortunately had her mouth on things a lot worse than a squirrel's head before.

But she clearly still had some standards.

"Now, get out of here and gloat somewhere else," she said, waving Leroy away before giving Seivarden a suspicious look, trying to figure out if the mistletoe was satisfied with that and they were good, or if she needed to make a run for it while she still had the mistletoe appeased on her end and leave Seivarden to fend for herself.

Before disappearing, Leroy turned around and chittered something in Seivarden's direction, his tail flickering.

"Well, fuck you, why would I care if you don't want to kiss me!"

Of course, she was still stuck in mistletoe. Maybe she'd have to wait for someone who wasn't Summer or a squirrel, or she'd be stuck here for a while.

"Right," said Summer after another moment of consideration. Too risky. She didn't know how long this squirrel-kiss pass would last. "I'm just gonna..." she pointed to the pathway now clear for her as she awkwardly got back up, "go, then. Um. Good luck? I guess?"

But a moment later, she couldn't help adding, "I can try to send my neighbor over for you, if you want."

"No!"

Having Rosa show up, laugh at her and chop the plants up with an axe while leaving her stuck here, wasn't much of an improvement.

"Just fuck off. It's not as if it can make me kiss someone if there's no one around."

Okay, yeah. Something was definitely up, there had to be more to that no! than the usual bullshit attempts to pretend nothing was going on, and at least Summer could feel a bit more confident in enjoying the peace and quiet on her floor again.

"I'll make sure to warn off anyone else I run into, then," she assured her with a snort.

After kissing them, apparently. Which was promising, because, seriously, after this, it could only go up from here.

Someone had to show up. There were quite a few people who would be preferable to Summer.

The mistletoe let her sit down again, loosening its grip a little, biding its time.

"You do that," Seivarden muttered, trying to keep an eye on it.

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