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THE MISTLETOE MEME

*post with your characters
*respond to others
* make it hideous.
*But nothin' too dirty with the kids.
*Seriously.
*Ceiling Superman is watching you.
*Remind Caitlin to go to sleep before 4am so these sorts of things don't happen anymore.

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*looks up then looks bad at him*

I believe there is some weird tradition that goes along with that piece of plant hanging above us.

...

And what might that be?

*scowls* I was hoping you knew.

*steps a little closer* The tradition is you are to kiss the one you are beneath the mistletoe with.

*swallows hard to steady himself*

And you think that is weird.

Don't you?

*liiiiiiittle bit closer*

Hardly the weirdest human tradition I've come across. I've heard they put candy in socks.

*eyes study how different her face looks*

Really? Okay that is certainly weirder.

A problem?

...

You... look very different from the woman I loved.

*scowling*

Yeah, well, I don't know what I looked like before and the 'porter obviously didn't care.

*she's also shorter than before*

Fewer eyes. Taller. Less... scarring? On her face? What is that?

So I actually looked normal. Great.

I don't know. Some coloration left over from my shell organic half I suppose. It's not just on my face.

*turns and lifts up her hair to show it goes around to the back of her neck and continues going down under her shirt*

*looks down her shirt, until he's almost touching her, and it gives him a strong, painful sense of deja vu, and he tenses up, closing his eyes*

*He's not the only one getting a feel a deja vu. She shivers and slowly pulls away so she can face him again.*

*wraps his arms around himself, trying to ride through a fresh wave of pain.*

*Oh she knows those actions all too well. Without thinking she moves forward and wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. Probably just making things worse but for some reason it felt like the right thing for her to do.*

*eyes fly open, freezing within her arms, unable to speak*

*still hugging him...but feeling a little awkward now*

*release him*

So? I can't do something that feels right? I don't really remember, at least not every little thing. I get these...feelings.

*steps back and throws her hands up* But fine! I guess I won't act on feelings.

[doesn't move, doesn't rise to her anger, doesn't look at her]

*she doesn't like it when she doesn't get much of a reaction out of someone*

I...don't know. Just strange feelings. Like, what was it again? oh! deja vu. Feelings like I would have done certain things before or that did do them. And I guess maybe I did, I don't really know.

*she's getting an immense reaction from him, but he's struggling not to let any of it out*

Are you sure it's not because I rushed in without a full plan of action in mind. Because it wouldn't be the first time I've done something like that.

...Just in the past I was lucky enough to live.

We had plans.

You were killed because it is impossible to live anywhere out from under the thumb of the Decepticons.

*resists the urge to get closer to him again*

You've obviously been with them too long. Because I don't believe that to be true.