Sixth car - Mistletoes! [Action]

[teenagebadboy]

[Unaware of the castle's magic Aaron had ventured outside of his room. He was skilled at that, spending time alone in his room. But today he really wanted some toast. As nothing beat own made toast he had headed towards the kitchen. He was familiar with the tradition of kissing under mistletoes so while he walked through the castle he did his best to avoid them. Until he stepped into the kitchen and suddenly felt overwhelmed with the urge to kiss someone. It shocked him deeply and in confusion he looked up at the mistletoe above him. He cursed under his breath. So this was what he had gotten warned about.]

Bloody castle.

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[babyaliendaddy]

[Tucker is actually heading out to find people to kiss - but of course at this point he had only gotten one good hot-woman kiss out of this thing ... so he was starting to think of this thing as a bust.]

[Then he ran into Aaron - and he was positive. It was a bust.]

...Goddamnit. Why do I keep running into dudes?

[teenagebadboy]

Why don't you avoid them? [Scowls] Look either we get this over with or we won't but this flippin' urge is something i can be without.

[babyaliendaddy]

Fffff, I want to. But you guys keep cropping up. [Lame. A sigh.] Sure, come here. Thank God Donut's not around.

[teenagebadboy]

[Aaron snorts amused and places a quick kiss on Tucker's cheek.]

Good luck finding any ladies in distress then. Who's Donut?

[babyaliendaddy]

[Tucker made a face, but eh, wasn't that bad.]

Oh, I will. And Donut? Well .. he's the most sexually confused guy I know.

[teenagebadboy]

[Aaron do got some experience about kissing guys as he has had three boyfriends so far. But he's still not all that comfortable with PDA.]

Uh-huh. Doesn't he know which way he leans or something?

Hey wasn't you a monk during the Florence world change?

[babyaliendaddy]

Not in the slightest. But he says the goddamned most homosexual things I've ever fucking heard.

[A pause.]

... Yeah. That was me.

[lord_wizard]

[Felix is, however, not avoiding the decorations whatsoever. He's still trying to place the culprit behind the phenomenon for this year and slowly narrowing it down. He'll not have any chance at winning if he hides in town all the time anyway. He'd actually not even been looking for such an opportunity when he encounters Aaron standing in the middle of the entranceway and stops]

Oh...[A very familiar impulse grips him, and he smiles]...hello....

[teenagebadboy]

[Shrugs and takes a step back.] Maybe he just enjoy winding people up by saying suck things co he knows they don't like to hear it.

OK. Well it's good to get to know the real you. How much do you remember of that experience?

[teenagebadboy]

[Aaron is not in such a good mood over it however. He doesn't like touching in general unless it's in a more private environment with someone he loves. Even then he's not getting it on all the time. So this experience is especially frustrating for him. When the red haired man approaches him Aaron rolls his eyes.]

Nice one, now you got yourself in the same flippin' situation as I am in. Bloody mistletoes.

[babyaliendaddy]

...Yeah no that's my gig. Donut's gig was completely confused and serious at the same time.

[He smirked, faintly, with relief. Whew no questions about religion.] ... Too much, honestly. That was some fucked up shit.

[teenagebadboy]

Maybe he just didn't know which way he was swinging yet.

All right. I don't care that much about religion really.

[peacockherald]

<sub>[ The kitchen was always a good place. It had been a good place for most of Vanyel's memory, and still served so now. He had made cookies here, and though he could wish for things like tea and cocoa, he enjoyed making it himself.

It was this want that drew him in now, only to late feeling the tug of magic - of Castle magic, the mistle toe magic. Havens!

He glanced around the kitchen, hoping no one was about, but his hopes dashed, seeing Aaron. Well, he would resist as long as he could...]</sub>

Looking for a snack?

[babyaliendaddy]

Maybe, but dude, it's been years. About time to stop swinging and just be swung.

Me either ... I mean, I guess my kid was technically a Messiah or something, or I am, but eh. I don't like getting caught up in crazy people labels, you know?

[teenagebadboy]

Maybe he don't wanna.

Your son was a Messiah?

[teenagebadboy]

[Aaron is still wound up over the damn castle magic so he'll just scowl back at the other man.]

I was until I that magic mistletoe did its magic. Never leaving my room ever again. Can't believe people find this kissing stuff as some flippin' game.

[babyaliendaddy]

Guessing not, honestly.

Alien messiah.

[peacockherald]

_{[ He gave him a look that said he shared the other's grievance, though with less vehemence. It was not the kissing that bothered him - he thought the tradition cute, actually - but the magic involved to make it happen, the working on the mind. It sat wrong with him, though there was little to be done for it as he came further into the kitchen and near to Aaron, opening cupboards in search of nothing in particular now. ]}

I think it just helps them get through it - thinking it's a game, treating it like that. If the Castle is to force it upon us, why not turn it into something like that?

[teenagebadboy]

Fair enough. [Leans towards the bench.] But I doesn't like this urge to have to kiss someone, like now. I can kiss someone I like but I don't want to be forced into it or have people staring at me as I do so.

[teenagebadboy]

Alien messiah?

[babyaliendaddy]

Yeaaaaaaaah, he's half alien and half Tucker. The Tucker half is the smarter, most awesome half.

[teenagebadboy]

Not sure why you would want to sleep with an alien but whatever. I'm sure your son is at least half as awesome as you.

[babyaliendaddy]

Thanks dude! I appreciate it, and so would Junior, if he was here. [He grinned at Aaron, because he just became one of his new favorite people.]

[teenagebadboy]

No problems.

[babyaliendaddy]

So how about you, dude? How are you doing in a post modern world?