Mistletoe Meme, actually close to the holidays version.

[misheard]

Now it's actually the holidays! So this meme is appropriate!

> 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?!

Comments

[scarfphiliac]

I'm not gonna be kissing anybody, least of all you!!

[AIMS FOR HIS SHIN AND TRIES TO KICK.]

[diabolarchy]

[OW but there's nowhere for him to go with the invisible wall behind him, so he doesn't move much. Instead he tries to grab Ivlis with his shadowy arms and hold him still.]

Just give into the inevitable.

[scarfphiliac]

Gah-

[Struggling. So much struggling and clawing at his arms.]

No you don't, let me go!!

[diabolarchy]

[He's gonna go for the smooch. There may be nose collisions.]

[scarfphiliac]

[HOLY SHIT, RED ALERT, ABORT, ABORT!!

Tries to claw at his face...!]

[diabolarchy]

[Kicks him. Hard.]

[scarfphiliac]

OW FUCK, YOU SON OF A- !!

[Bites at one of his arms.]

[diabolarchy]

Ow!

[Kicks him in the balls because you don't get to actually hurt him.]

[scarfphiliac]

[S C R E A M S]

You...you damned, no-good, disgusting...!

[That's all he can wheeze out right now. Damn man, feels like all the wind just got knocked out of him.]

[diabolarchy]

That's what you get, you cockroach.

[scarfphiliac]

Don't call me that...!

[Tries to spit at his face.]

[diabolarchy]

[Eurgh. Punches him.]

[scarfphiliac]

[c r a c k

Welp, there went his nose.]

AUGH, DAMMIT, DAMMIT- !!

[By this time, he's tiring out, so all he could do is feebly return a punch.]

[diabolarchy]

[He hardly feels that one.]

When do you want to behave?

[scarfphiliac]

N...never...

[Cough pant wheeze, throws another punch, yet it doesn't even reach Satanick at this point.]

I'll...never give in...!

[diabolarchy]

It looks to me like you already have.

[He doesn't even bother to torment him more at this point.]

[scarfphiliac]

[So much wheezing and heaving, he has to clutch at his chest because he can't say anything anymore.

Which pretty much means he's wide open.]

[diabolarchy]

[Aaaaand smooch. Finally. The big jerk.]

[scarfphiliac]

[He falls over afterwards, and curls up into a ball.

It's all over. Life, love...everything.

How could this happen to him? He's made some mistakes. The night goes on and he just wants to fade away...!]