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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[tentacletrainer]

[[Nope. Ain't happening. She's just going to reach out and catch him by his arm.]]

Lipocalypse? You mean all the mistletoe, right?

[[This is the look of someone who clearly knows there's one above them.]]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[He stops when she catches his arm, and that look. That fuckin' look. He knows that she knows. He knows that she knows that he knows. Fuck his life.]

Yeah, I definitely mean the mistletoe. Your mom went all out, didn't she? Like seriously, as if all this Christmas shit wasn't awkward enough, she had to go and make this a fuckin' forest of mistletoe. S'like a pedo's wet dream or something- and I ain't a pedo, just so we're fuckin' clear. If that were ever a question, then let it fucking rest right now. Bro Strider has no interest in kissing little boys or little girls. No interest what-so-fucking-ever.

[HINT HINT.]

[tentacletrainer]

My mother was always fond of tradition. It's really no surprise she went overboard.

This goes for all traditions. Keep that in mind.

And nonsense. I never once thought of you as a pedophile. Worry not. Besides, considerin' how we're related, that'd be pretty terrible, no? [[Brilliant smile!]]

And Bro, I am hardly a little girl. Fifteen I believe is a kissable age, though if you are at all assured I am only looking for a little peck on the cheek. I am, after all, quiet happily taken.