Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock

[matini]

Who: Homestuck cast (sob too many to list)
Where: Somewhere in Goldenrod City that can handle all these chillens
When: Christmas Day
Summary: Christmas Shenanigans with any and all Homestucks!
Rating: C for Cute, M for the mouths of Striders because DANG, YOU GUYS. WASH YOUR MOUTHS.
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[shippingmath]

Oh no, you've done it now, I can't summon the strength any longer. Don't let go, Jane.

[He slowly starts turning, as though she's slipping and about to fall off of him.]

[healium]

[Almost outright squeaks and curls her arms tighter, hanging onto his shoulders.] Noooo!

[shippingmath]

Yes. It's too late. I won't make it.

[Leaning... further...]

[healium]

[Another Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!! is let out, clinging on and laughing.] Dirk, come on! You can do it!

[shippingmath]

Slipping...

[He leans over more and more until she's being set gently on the ground.]

I failed. [In the most deadpan tone possible.]

[healium]

[Going to play dead, just for that.]

[shippingmath]

You realize that I can't kiss you back to life here.

[Okay, leaning over her like this is kind of awkward. He's just going to move to the side and take a seat... still in the doorway.]

[healium]

You could at least try, goodness. [STILL PLAYING DEAD HAHA]

[shippingmath]

Another kiss? Aren't you demanding?

[Still, he'll give her another cheek kiss! Isn't he such a gentleman.]

[healium]

[Cheek kisses are all the rage! Giggling though, Jane sits up then now that she's "brought back to life".]

[shippingmath]

Right. Now let's get out of the doorway before someone decides to fucking step on us.

[Time to steer Jane to a couch... Y U SO DRUNK, JANE.]

[healium]

[ROLAL GAVE ME A SPECIAL CUP OK, THAT'S WHY. Up on her feet and wobbling a little, she gets moving to the couch easily enough.]

No way, if they did, they would just fall over. We're a roadblock now, Mr. Strider!

[shippingmath]

They'd fall over onto us. I don't know about you, but I dislike the thought of being crushed.

[Yay, couch time. No mistletoe around it, too, which is a bonus.]

[healium]

No, being crushed is bad, but it could be almost like a large group hug! [Having a seat, Jane gets into some of the little candy dishes on the coffee table.]

[shippingmath]

[At least she's not getting into more alcohol!]

Group hugs don't require the loss of breathing ability. Either way, that's not my thing.

[healium]

[Sooooonnn]

It should be, now that you're here. [Just going to hang on him, sorry Dirk.] No escape from all the hugs.

[shippingmath]

[... Well. He'll stay put for the moment.]

Oh no. You're literally killing me here, Jane.