The Onsen, Wednesday afternoon

[1000yearstoolate]

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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[1000yearstoolate]

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.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"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."

[1000yearstoolate]

"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."

[somethingwithturquoise]

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.

[1000yearstoolate]

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.