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[char_he_mcgee]

[Hello, Citizens of the City! Here we have one Charlie McGee, eying the mistletoe with mild suspicion but otherwise unbothered. She has no clue what the deal is with it and is on her way to work, trying to sidestep the majority of it.

Have fun with her, won't you?]

(ooc: okay. if it takes me a while to get back to your tags, just understand I'm

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[immortaltwat]

[Oh, look. It's Nathan. Still hobbling... and still in old shoes. He hasn't got around to buying new ones yet, okay? He looks like he may have forgiven her, at least.]

Hey.

[char_he_mcgee]

Hi, Nathan. [And she cringes.] You sure you should even be walking on that?

[This would be Charlie, moving over to Nathan in case he falls. And she's completely unaware of the mistletoe above their heads. Oh, dear.]

[immortaltwat]

I don't know. Dulcie keeps going on about how I shouldn't. It's fine, though. I'm fine.

Of course, if you did want to make it up to me... [And if that hint was too subtle for you, he leans forward.]

[char_he_mcgee]

You should probably listen to Dulcie.

[Nathan, this is the only time Charlie is going to think this is a good...no...amazing...no..THE ABSOLUTE BEST IDEA EVER!. No sooner does he lean in than her hands are framing his face and she's kissing him.]

[immortaltwat]

Pro-- [Oh, hey. So she is cursed. Score. He kisses her back, hands dropping to her arse to pull her closer. Never let it be said that Nathan Young isn't a true romantic.]

[char_he_mcgee]

[Well, now! Charlie is a bit enthusiastic about this kiss. She's had an angel and several others tell her she was damn good at it so, hey. And she's learned a few things throughout the day, all of which she is using while kissing Nathan. Who has his hands on her ass.

Wait...

where are his hands? Oh. Oh, right. On her ass. She notices this fact first when the curse wears off and immediately starts flailing at him, grabbing his hands. She's honestly torn between annoyance and amusement. Yet again.]

Who the fuck said you could put your hands there?

[immortaltwat]

[Nathan looks offended when she manages to catch her hands.]

I didn't see you complaining a moment ago.

[char_he_mcgee]

I don't think I was entirely in my right head a moment ago. [Nathan, your offended expression is a bit heartbreaking.] Blame the curse. If I were to ever kiss you, I'd rather it not be because of a curse.

[immortaltwat]

I'd say it's a little too late for that.

It's all right, though. I'm not complaining, although I could've done without that weird fit thing at the end there.

[char_he_mcgee]

Yeah, I'd say so, too. [She's not complaining about the kiss, either. at least he didn't try to eat her face.] And I'm glad you're talking to me after the other day. I'd be upset if you held a grudge.

[immortaltwat]

Who said I wasn't? This still hurts, in case you hadn't noticed.

[And because he's not a total jerk... Not always.] The gift card was a nice touch, though. Can't say I'd mind another snog, either.

[char_he_mcgee]

Honestly? You are pretty damn cute, but the fact that I think I'm dating someone prevents me from kissing you again. And you're welcome for the gift card. I felt so bad when you shot yourself. [Even if she had been a total bitch about it at the time.] Would you settle for a hug? I can do that much.

[immortaltwat]

[It's nowhere near as good an offer, judging by the face he pulls.]

So am I. Curse days don't really count.

[char_he_mcgee]

[She just raises an eyebrow at the face he pulls. It's unfairly adorable. So highly unfair.] They don't count entirely, no.

[immortaltwat]

Well, then. There's your answer.

[Snog > hug. Every time. He leans in to kiss her again.]

[char_he_mcgee]

[She leans back just slightly, eyebrow still raised.] I don't think I can. I don't think I will. If I weren't possibly dating Tony Stark, you'd have a better chance of me kissing you again.