As Kimura-sensai would say
Characters: The Arbiter (OU) and Bakura (AU)
Where: The Park
When: Middle of the Mistletoe Plot
Summary: Arby gets stuck under the mistletoe. Again. Only this time, he's kissed by someone slightly more to his liking.
Warnings: The return of the Mighty Alien Pedophile.
The Arbiter genuinely didn't have any idea what he was doing outside. Between the cold, the kidnappings, and those damnable plants it was a fairly risky move. But then, he found he usually went for walks when it was the most inopportune time. Looking back, these walks probably got him into much more trouble than they were worth.
Lost in thought, he forgot his new ritual of glancing upward every few steps to make sure he avoided kissing anyone else. Almost like he walked directly into a wall, his next step was stopped and the realization that he must have been standing directly under a sprig of mistletoe didn't make him angry as much as exhausted. Thel was in no mood for this right now. Heaving a sigh, he sincerely hoped that someone else decided to take a walk in the snow today and save him from his magical mistletoe prison.
Under his breath he murmured a simple, "Prophets damn it," before clicking his mandibles together in frustration.
Where: The Park
When: Middle of the Mistletoe Plot
Summary: Arby gets stuck under the mistletoe. Again. Only this time, he's kissed by someone slightly more to his liking.
Warnings: The return of the Mighty Alien Pedophile.
The Arbiter genuinely didn't have any idea what he was doing outside. Between the cold, the kidnappings, and those damnable plants it was a fairly risky move. But then, he found he usually went for walks when it was the most inopportune time. Looking back, these walks probably got him into much more trouble than they were worth.
Lost in thought, he forgot his new ritual of glancing upward every few steps to make sure he avoided kissing anyone else. Almost like he walked directly into a wall, his next step was stopped and the realization that he must have been standing directly under a sprig of mistletoe didn't make him angry as much as exhausted. Thel was in no mood for this right now. Heaving a sigh, he sincerely hoped that someone else decided to take a walk in the snow today and save him from his magical mistletoe prison.
Under his breath he murmured a simple, "Prophets damn it," before clicking his mandibles together in frustration.