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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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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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