unluckiest eighteenth ever [voice]

[perpetualfrown]

Whoever put the fucking mistletoe up, you had better make sure I don't find you.

[So if you're happening to pass outside of Horton, you'll see Ren standing there with his sword in hand and a rather sour look on his face. Do help him get indoors, he's not wearing a jacket :>]

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[perpetualfrown]

[Still standing there, just bristles when he turns. Instead of answering, he simply points at the doorway.]

[perpetualfrown]

[Makes a face, raising an eyebrow.] I'm mostly warning, if anything. [Because I am not kissing anyone.]

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[gjklaklj what get out stop walking towards me--] Mistletoe.

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[gjklajklgdjklshkgadhkjghkdgs]

You have got to be kidding me.

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When people stand under one, they're supposed to kiss. [Firmly lodging his red face to his palm.]

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I'm not kissing anyone. [Yeah, he's easy to fluster.]

:> here have a moe face

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[gjkldajk don't kneel down, he's taking a step back to put distance between them.]

I'm not the least bit interested in that sort of thing.

loooool :>>>

[perpetualfrown]

[He scowled, but had to stop from both the hand on his shoulder, and he could feel the start of the tingling. That mistletoe was guaranteeing he couldn't leave.

Oh, were his ears taking on a shade of red?]

I don't need a girlfriend if I'm to become Shaman King. [He might know what happens in the future, but it's still his overall goal when he returns home. That hasn't changed.]