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[This video feed seems to be coming from one of the Hospital's many security cameras, and my doesn't the place look festive. Garlands of evergreens twined with red ribbons and twinkling lights line the corridors, making it impossible for a busy doctor to notice anything out of place

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No one's attacked me with tinsel, yet.

[The yet is wary. He's seen the mayhem she can wreak with tape and a little festive spirit. Santa towering over him in the elevator is just disturbing.]

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[He should have seen this one coming, though at least he dropped off his burden earlier and he's free to catch her when she pounces him, one hand at her shoulder, one at the waist. She had better be charging for the show.]

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[He blushes, looking as goofy as a kid getting his face spit-wiped at the school gates. They're not exactly at this level anymore, but they were and that might actually make things stranger. It also means he's not pulling away yet, either.]

And New Year's eve?

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[Relatively innocent unless you're kissing someone you've had sex with. So sayeth Chase's book. He brushes her hair back from her shoulders and - blame the mistletoe - gently kisses her cheek before stepping back just a little.]

Don't need it at midnight. Have you been following people all day, or is it just me?

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It's all fun and games until someone starts the mono epidemic.

[Brb, raining on your parade, although the half smile still lingering at the edges of Chase's mouth suggests he's not taking himself quite seriously. It's a ridiculous curse, of course she'd enjoy it. And he is resolutely not asking who.]

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[Chase looks doubtfully out from beneath the layer of red fur currently making his forehead sweat.]

But it matches your shoes.

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[The ruffling he did expect, and even ducks his head to let her, though it leaves him blinking up through a mussed wall of gold. Never let him complain enough to believe he doesn't like having his hair played with. He might still be feeling awkward around her, after things were said, but this feels normal. Good.]

I'm only in for the admin, and that doesn't mean an all nighter, sorry.

[He knows that face. That evil face.]

It's only the twelfth. I figure Christmas can wait a few more days to do any more vomiting down the hall.

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A little festive cheer? [He catches her hand, extracting that sharp fingertip from his chest and holding it captive for the moment.]

I'm not being a Scrooge, I'm just concerned about whose epilepsy you might trigger with all the blinking lights.