ITP: Forced. Proximity. AKA Cuddling. Or something along those lines.

[reticents]

[weeellll it's been a month and some days since Christmas. guess who's lonely?

that's right.

Mr. Mistletoedid you need something from that closet? it sounds like there's someone-- or something --inside. the doorknob is rattling, and there's.. a lot of curious rustling sounds

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[Already in the closet and he raises an eyebrow, putting out his cigarette] Fancy seeing you here, love.

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I'd still prefer being out in my courtyard. I seem to have missed my nap. [It won't be. Hell, Tyki won't be bothered by this at all, really.]

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Clearly, anyone who does needs to get out of the closet more. [...Take that as you will.]

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Now, if only we can do the same. [Prods the plants with a foot]

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Unfortunately, it won't let us leave through simple means.

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Seems like this place doesn't believe in easy. [Sigh] Though, I do wonder what we have to do to get out.

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If so, I think I'll just take my nap in here then.

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You won't hear any complaints from me.