route_1065 | Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock

[[Well she promised to help prank other people around the party! Wouldn't that have been enough?

But thank you, Slimer. You are a dear.]]

I hadn't gotten gotten to ask you how you like your gifts yet. I mean as in, have you tried it on? Is it comfortable?

[Yeah, yeah. He's a dear. Let's just get the gag worthy smooch times over with already and move onto the fun stuff. Hold on, let him just...turn invisible and work on getting into position. Stand by....]

For clarification, did you mean the pajamas or the suit? Because I haven't had the chance to try either on yet, but I do like them!

Both, but I made all the pajamas extra large so that they are all roomy and comfortable for everyone, so I am positive that will be fine.

Oh, well. I can try them both on later when we get back to the room. That way you can actually see how they look. Sound good?

That sounds lovely. [[It's then that she glances up, because her "Seer's Sight" totally just told her too, and--]]

Now, what do we have here?

Huh? What do we have wh-- oh.

[That sure is mistletoe isn't it? Floating in mid-- dammit, Slimer not again. Well at least this time he got the right Strilonde.]

Well Rose, I would say that it appears to be haunted mistletoe.

It certainly seems that way. What do you propose we do about this situation?

Well, I don't exactly know. I mean...don't get me wrong. I would love to kiss you and all. But this mistletoe is giving off some serious spooky vibes. What if it curses us?

That wouldn't be any good! What kind of curses would a haunted mistletoe dole out?

I don't know, Rose. I can't say I have ever come across haunted mistletoe. But is it really a risk we want to take. What if we're stuck together forever. Gosh, can you imagine? [He pulls at his face a little.] The horror.

Well John. We have to ask ourselves a very important question here. [[She leans in close, a grin spreading across her face.]]

Can you really resist a kiss from me? [[Wow, ego much? Maybe that little cup of punch she had prior to finding John is starting to show. Or maybe she just has that big of an ego.]]

[He laughs, grinning just as wide. This is all very silly.]

Only as easily as you can resist giving me one.

[Who can say for sure. John just assumes it's more of their silly romantic banter.]

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[[Silly, but wonderful. Just going to hook an arm around his shoulders.]]

Which means not at all. Glad we're on the same page. Now give me a little sugar, stud muffin.

[[And by a little she means...well no, a little. That's a pretty tame kiss. But Rose likes the build up in kisses.]]

[John groans at the stud muffin comment, cheeks flaring up.]

My god you are never going to l-- [Oh hey. Kissing. Forget the rest of that sentence, let's just enjoy this very tame kiss.]

[John, close your eyes you goob. What do you think this is? a corpsesmooch?]

[[Thank god it's not a corpsesmooch. She would like to enjoy her smooches tyvm. Also no, John.

She will never let that go.

But yes, shhh, just enjoy the smooching, because that's the point of it!

[It takes him almost a minute to finally realize that he should close his eyes instead of looking at Rose crosseyed. You would think this would dawn on him sooner. But no.]

[As he does so, he inhales deeply through his nose, wrapping his arms around her. Hopefully she wasn't planning on this being a quick kiss.]

[[Wow John. Wow. You'd think after how many times they've kissed this would dawn on him immediately.

But no, she had not planned such a thing. Not at all. John wasn't going to be allowed to go anywhere before, he's simply sealed his fate now.

His kissing fate.

Maybe it really had cursed them oh nooooo.]]

[It has cursed their lips to be locked together forever. Oh nooooooooo, indeed!]

[But hey, is he allowed to suck at her lower lip a little? He suddenly does not care that they're kind of at a party where any number of people could see this. Like Rose's mom. Or Dave. But hey, at least nobody's getting handsy this time, that's always a plus.]

[[You mean handsy yet, John. The alcohol is juuust starting to kick in, so who knows what the future may hold for you.

Or your butt.

But no, he is of course allowed. At least as long as he doesn't mind her wrapping her other arm around his shoulder now.]]

[Oh lord. Hopefully it's nothing much more scandalous than butt touching. That might be too much for a prude like John to handle.]

[But nope, he doesn't mind. Though he's just going to keep suckling at her lower lip for now. He's still a little hesitant to initiate makeouts after how long Rose made him wait for them in the first place.]

[[Well...what if she tried to initiate them? Though she's not that talented yet, doesn't mean she can't try! Just going to casually swipe her tongue over his lip and teeth...

And also it probably won't be more than butt touching. She's not that drunk yet.]]

[>implying that John is really all that great at them either.]

[There's probably a reason canon calls them sloppy makeouts. Probably. In any case, John tilts his head to the side a little, parting his lips for her.]

[Know what this lovely make-out moment needs? A fussy, slightly tipsy former troll absently wandering around gathering up empty plastic cups in a vague attempt to clean during the party so things won't be so bad later. Since she has been informed she won't be allowed to help later.]

[When she steps into the room, pile of plastic cups held carefully in her left hand, the last thing she is expecting to see is that, so for a second it doesn't register, and she actually gets about three steps in before her brain goes 'hey, wai a tick here...' and points out that John and Rose are making out. John and Rose are making out. Sloppily making out. Beneath the mistletoe.]

[Right. The mistletoe. The human tradition that had already gotten her face-painted by Gamzee and smooched by Aradia. Okay. So it wasn't a big deal, it was just John and Rose following human holiday oriented traditions and...]

[And her hand was on his butt. Rose's hand was on John's butt. And as she stood there, the kiss didn't seem to be slowing down, or easing off or...what were they doing with their tongues?]

[This did not look like a holiday tradition oriented kiss. This looked like...it...]

[Oh.]

[Oh.]

[Picture, if you will. One former troll dressed in a holiday sweater, who has just dropped a stack of plastic cups, her eyes the size of dinner plates and her expression one of heartbreak as she stands in a doorway, watching the girl she has the biggest crush on, and from her perspective FINALLY just went on a date with her, making out with some human boy.]

Oh.

Edited (Typos everywhere) 2012-12-24 20:41 (UTC)

[[Distracted though she may be, it's not so bad that she doesn't hear those cups hit the ground. It has her jumping a little, pulling reluctantly away from the kiss to glance over in the direction of the sound oh.

Kanaya is there. And she...sure doesn't seem happy...

Cue just a little confusion on her part. Her mind hasn't quite connected the dots that maybe her friend is upset over them and not about something else.]]

Kanaya?

[John, on the other hand, catches on to exactly what's going on within a matter of seconds. Well, okay. Maybe not EXACTLY. After all, he has no way of knowing about the whole drunken meteor date thing. But he does know what that look is.]

[It's the look he's spent the past two weeks hoping against hope that he wouldn't have to see on Vriska's face if/when she ever comes back. The fact that he's not the one that Kanaya has a thing for (at least he's pretty sure that's the case, he can't possibly see how that could be a thing) does little to make him feel better though. Because this situation is awkward no matter which side of the equation you're on.]

[Shit.]

[His expression turns awkwardly apologetic as he glances from Kanaya to the floor then decides that he really probably should keep eye contact and looks back at the former troll, biting his lip.]

Sorry.

[In reality, he probably has very little to apologize for here. It's not his fault that both he and Kanaya fell in love with Rose no more than it's his fault that Rose ended up with him. Equally as true is the fact that it's not really his fault that Kanaya had to find out like this. He had no way of knowing that she had a thing for Rose. But despite all this, he still feels bad. Because this is a really shitty way to find out.]

I can leave and give you two a minute, if you want. Unless you actually want me here for this, though I can't imagine you would so, erm...

[It's probably a good thing that at least one of them is sober here. John refuses to let this end badly. No. It's Christmas and goddammit we are going to Talk About This.]

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