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[antitimelord]

It's that time again...maybe? Instead of the Pub being at the End of the Universe, the end of the universe is at the Pub! In the form of the ever-apocalyptic (and festive!) Zagreus. B| Who hates Christmas. And may have incapacitated the Pub's owner, once again. Oops. Which makes the...decorations that much more noteworthy, you know, for all their

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[wildthyme_iris]

[DID SOMEONE SAY EGGNOG?]

[antitimelord]

[Someone also said presents. Just fyi.] Nice...outfit.

[wildthyme_iris]

[WHAT SORRY CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE BOOZE]

Nice cravat, love.

[Oh fine, if it's the price of admission, have a biiiiiiig slopping snog. With tongue.]

[antitimelord]

[...Well then. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, or something. Zagreus shrugs, a bit more eloquently than he returns the favour.]

...It is, at that.

[wildthyme_iris]

[tugtugtug] Oooooh, it's so silky. [You can practically hear the tilde.]

[antitimelord]

[What a marvelous coincidence. Zagreus speaks tilde fluently.] Isn't it just? And so versatile. [How did his hands get there? Probably the magic of Christmas.]

[wildthyme_iris]

[squeeeeeeal - no really, she's all dignified & shit like that.] Oooh lovvie, if you weren't the boogeyman himself I'd stick a sock on the door of me bus and show you why they call me an adventuress. [Pffft yeah, like that'd stop her.]

[antitimelord]

[Oh, so she does know who he is--good. And flattery like that will get you anywhere.] A sock? Not a cravat? [What, this grip on her waist? It's companionable. That's what the holidays are for, right?]

[wildthyme_iris]

[Iris may be completely batty but she's not thick. She's also not inclined to turn down to turn down a grope, even if it is from Zagreus.] I think we could put that cravat to better use, don't you?

[antitimelord]

[Oh he'd hoped she'd say that.] See? Versatile. I like the way your mind works. [And when he says something like that, it's clear he wouldn't mind getting a closer look.]

[wildthyme_iris]

[Yes, well, it's all fun & games until someone starts destroying the universe. Even chance which one of them it would be.] Aye, I thought ye might. Shame I don't trust ye to behave.

[antitimelord]

[Poutttt. Besides, isn't that what restraints are for?] How much fun could I possibly be, if you could?

[wildthyme_iris]

[My my, he's an eager beaver. But the question is, would he really trust Iris not to use a knot she doesn't know how to undo?] None at all, chuck. Ooh, how could I refuse such a nice, tight pair o' buns? [squeeeeeeeeze]

[antitimelord]

[No. But nothing ventured, and all that. Girl has a grip to her, that's for sure, but his standard issue smirk never falters. It's honestly a tie between them, who's doing the more ill-advised thing, and he loves it.] And why would you want to? [You know, aside from the fact that he's an apocalypse embodied, and can't be trusted in the least.]

[wildthyme_iris]

[Yes, and she's drunk enough not to give a damn. Though let's be honest - even without the booze Iris has loose morals. If they can be called morals.] Might've been a reason, but it seems to have slipped me mind. [Oops, did she forget to loosen her grip? Terribly sorry.]