mistletoe 2020;

[softlyfalling]

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[softlyfalling]

It's an energetic teenager's game and it's been a long few months.

[mind_blown]

Leave it to the kids, then. They'll figure it out.

[softlyfalling]

Passing the torch. What're you doing instead?

[mind_blown]

Nero suggested we do something for our "anniversary."

[softlyfalling]

...wow, cute, you big softie.

Maybe I'll see you both later, then.

[mind_blown]

Woah, don't go so hard with the soft comments, there.

[softlyfalling]

The squishy romance is getting to youuuuuuuu

[mind_blown]

Better at rudeness. That one stings.

[he doesn't look stung]

[softlyfalling]

Please. As if I'm dinging your bad boy reputation any more than Nero. One might start to think you enjoy that.

[ she winks. ]

[mind_blown]

Maybe I'm the one working on corrupting him, taking that choir boy and making a hoodlum out of him.

1/2

[softlyfalling]

[softlyfalling]

[ and she just like—starts cracking up. ]

Pfffff—

[mind_blown]

Not the reaction I was expecting.

[softlyfalling]

Ahaha—did he ever tell you that his first words to me were threatening to kick my ass? Interrupted my morning reading time, I jumped a foot out of my chair, practically.

[mind_blown]

Sounds like you are discriminating against choir boys.

[softlyfalling]

Me? Heavens, sir, you wound me.

Besides, he was trying very hard not to be one back then, and now he's even more one than ever. What's the opposite of corrupting?

[mind_blown]

Guess I'm not good at influencing that part of him.

[softlyfalling]

I think all love just makes him exponentially softer and squishier. So it's some kind of influence, anyway.

[mind_blown]

Maybe. Could just be you're somehow a bigger influence, with the whole calm, kill 'em with kindness thing.

[softlyfalling]

Aw, that's sweet of you to say.

[ she's grinning. ]

Keep that up, and I'll start thinking you're losing your hoodlum ways.

[mind_blown]

Nah.

That's never gonna change.

[softlyfalling]

Would kind of be a shame if it did, anyway.

[ and on impulse, she leans over to give him a very brief peck on the cheek. ]

[mind_blown]

[wait what]

... Did I miss something?

[softlyfalling]

Maybe the hoodlum's rubbing off on me instead. High spirits, I suppose.

[mind_blown]

[there are only so many things this can mean and his brain can only allow him to process the ones that mean the least]

Is that what you called that move?