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[webstunner]

There is a May crawling the Nexus walls. Nothing extraordinary about this, really, although the box of decorations she's carrying are new. She hums as she hangs things up around the Nexus - stockings, wreaths, mistletoe, ornaments - before leaping down to ask a question

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[tyne_dyed_devil]

Reilly Tyne looks up at his cousin and sighs. "I told that was a bad idea, May!" He shouts up at her, turning to walk away... and, of course, finding he can't move either.

Reilly looks glares at his feet. "No," he tells them, and tries to get away.

He'll be trying for quite a while.

[tyne_dyed_devil]

"Damsel? If I wasn't preoccupied trying to free myself, I think I'd be insulted."

This would sound a lot cooler if Reilly hadn't just said it after falling flat on his face.

[tyne_dyed_devil]

"Thanks, uh, person whose name I don't know." Reilly mutters, not quite looking at Gerald. Because, really, this is still pretty embarrassing if he didn't have to go for a liplock like everyone else.

Then he tries to move. And fails yet again. "Oh, Nexus, you have to got to be kidding me."

[tyne_dyed_devil]

"Reilly." The amazing, still stuck no matter he tries to move man. "I think- uh- oh, jeez, might as well get this over with. I don't want to be stuck all day. If you don't mind?"

[tyne_dyed_devil]

Reilly breathes deep and smiles shy. "Well. That was." He doesn't even realize that, in his nervousness, he's licked his lips. "Uh. Nice! And hopefully successful."

He takes one cautious step forward. So far, so good. Aaand another. And - another! "Thank you, uh, again. Uh. Gerald."

[tyne_dyed_devil]

"Coffee?" You'd think he'd never been asked out before. (Hint: not without a lot of flailing, he hasn't.) "You mean... coffee?"

Eloquent as always.

[tyne_dyed_devil]

"Hot shot? Very punny." Reilly smirks. "...why the hell not. I like a man with a sense of humor."

[redlyreflected]

From a distance, Tim patiently waits until he catches Reilly's attention, then helpfully points and laughs.

[tyne_dyed_devil]

Reilly responds in a mature manner. The way one would expect from an old friend.

He flips Tim the bird and then promptly trips over his feet as he tries to get loose.

[redlyreflected]

Tim mimes surprise and cups his ear. Why, what's that, Reilly? ... you don't say! You need RESCUING?

He takes a step closer. Oh, just a step. But such a promising step!