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[skirtindanger]

[mistletoe continuations for Maka, old and new I DON'T MIND!!]

Comments

[skirtindanger]

[from hurr]

-- Right! We'll catch up again later at a better time.

[needlekinds]

Of course.

[ However, your attempts to pass by Maka and return to the STATIONHIVE appear to be futile. You are rooted to the spot. ]

[skirtindanger]

[TURNS, AND YET... yep. ditto that.]

... Huh? What the.

[needlekinds]

[ You find this quite FRUSTRATING and flail as gracefully as you can muster against this invisible barrier. ]

Tch --

[skirtindanger]

It figures.

[she mutters to herself, all while glancing up in various directions until.

there it was, hanging right there. that fucking mistletoe.]

... Looks like we didn't get to avoid it after all.

[needlekinds]

[ she looks up. it's almost funny. ]

Well played, Camp.
With some practice your prankster's gambit might rival even John's.

[skirtindanger]

Only "might"?

[needlekinds]

He did learn from a legend.

[ Or so he says. Who knows what's really up with that old hack Sassacre and his tome of juvenile pranks. ]

[skirtindanger]

Knowing there's someone out there like this is almost kind of scary to think about.

[needlekinds]

I can think of worse.

[skirtindanger]

There probably is worse. But that's pretty bad, too.