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?!

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[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...!]