Mistletoe Meme

[misheard]

It's not close to the holidays at all, but sometimes you just have to magically force people to kiss. So it's the holidays now. I said so.

> Pick someone from my Muselist
> Pick the time and setting
> You are now stuck under a plant with them and must kiss before leaving
> Kissing does not have to be on the mouth
> Sometimes Hot Makeouts?!

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[diabolarchy]

This world? Hm, it's a pitch-dark world where anyone's free to do whatever they want. I rule the demons but I don't do a lot of interfering, except [when he's bored] when I have to step in.

[dollphilia]

Ohhh. And those demons, how are they like?

[diabolarchy]

Violent, mostly self-interested, eccentric, a wonderful race. Couldn't pick any better people to be in charge of.

[dollphilia]

Hm, I see.

What else is found here?

[diabolarchy]

Let's see, we have plenty of humans... And there's angels that Fumus rules over, but naturally we don't mix. [They're not heretics like that Etihw and Kcalb.] Aside from those and the Mogekos, that's most of the population.

[dollphilia]

[Her eyes light up, so much so that they outshined all the torches here.]

Humans are here too... [There's a slight, soft chuckle.] Your world is very lovely, indeed.

[diabolarchy]

So glad you like it. [So stay a while, he thinks, but doesn't want to sound desperate. Play it cool, Satanick.]

[dollphilia]

[Guess what, Satanick?]

I want to stay here.

[To study and hack up the denizens of the place. Such wonderful observations to be had...and possible dolls.]

Is it all right?

[diabolarchy]

[This is the luckiest day of his life.]

Of course! Stay as long as you wish.

[dollphilia]

[A smile adorns her face, even bigger then the previous one.]

Excellent.

[She moves closer to him, letting go of his cape and grabbing hold of his arm whilst tenderly squeezing it just a bit. She doesn't say anything, as she simply rests her head against his arm.]

[diabolarchy]

[My person I just met can't be this cute...!

Satanick smiles again, more gently, as he wraps his cape around her.]

[dollphilia]

[Oh, my. Such a gentlemen.

She's still silent, though her other arm loops around his and holds it close against her chest.]

[diabolarchy]

[What a very nice chest it is. He tries not to get caught looking.]

[dollphilia]

[Squish squish, Satanick-kun.]

[diabolarchy]

[It's getting hard. As well as other things.]

I realize it's a bit late, but I didn't catch your name?

[dollphilia]

Three. And yours?

[diabolarchy]

[He doesn't even blink at the name - he's heard weirder.]

Satanick. The pleasure's all mine.

[dollphilia]

All yours, hm? Can I see it?

[Because this corridor is starting to feel endless, yo.]

[diabolarchy]

[Thankfully the door's right there. He opens it for her.]

After you.

[Satanick's bedroom is appropriately lavish, with the bed being enormous and very comfortable for sleep and other activities. Mostly other activities.]

[dollphilia]

[Holy shit, that is the cushiest bed she's ever seen!!

Just gonna immediately let go of his arm and flop down face first on it- hell yeeeeah, that feels wonderful.]

[diabolarchy]

[Awww. He plops down beside her.]

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