now i'm a warrior...

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[youcantroofyme-archive-deactiva]

            “Oh, and why is that?”

[intrepidforbes]

              "Well, the totally random and unpredictable kissing is sort of your area of expertise. I just wanted to see if I could pull it off."

[youcantroofyme-archive-deactiva]

            “Forbes.”

[intrepidforbes]

              "I didn't think that would actually work."

[intrepidforbes]

            "Hey, Salvatore."

[shoother]

I can’t.

[youcantroofyme-archive-deactiva]

                   ”—- Yes you would.”

[intrepidforbes]

                   "You wanna bet?" 

[youcantroofyme-archive-deactiva]

            “Why should I be?”

[intrepidforbes]

                "Because, I have half a mind to get out of bed and never come back                                           like, ever." 

[youcantroofyme-archive-deactiva]

         ”You’re so slow.”

[intrepidforbes]

          "Be nice, will you?" 

[youcantroofyme-archive-deactiva]

[intrepidforbes]

           "Scoot over, idiot."

[youcantroofyme-archive-deactiva]

              “Well, it’s worked before.”

[intrepidforbes]

               "All of those examples suck, Damon. " 

[youcantroofyme-archive-deactiva]

                 ”Come back to bed…”

[intrepidforbes]

             "You're pretty convinced that you can flash those baby blues and I'll just stroll right back into bed, aren't you?" 

[youcantroofyme-archive-deactiva]

[intrepidforbes]

           "I didn't think you were into gifts or Christmas or any of that. It was just unexpected." 

[intrepidforbes]

        "So, you got me a present..."

[youcantroofyme-archive-deactiva]

He did still like to drive Caroline up a wall, but sometimes there was something perhaps a bit more. Damon never could tell anymore. He had after all kissed her under the mistletoe by his own free will. A box was left on her kitchen table with a purple ribbon and a little card. There might have been a joke involved here somewhere, but at least he put thought into it.

Merry Christmas, Blondie. Wear it to whatever Christmas party the town drums up and steal the show.

- Damon

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[intrepidforbes]

[youcantroofyme-archive-deactiva]

                “Don’t read into it, Blondie.”

[intrepidforbes]

       "Right... so. This is weird. Should I like, go home now - or?" 

[youcantroofyme-archive-deactiva]

            “Blame the mistletoe.”

[intrepidforbes]

                  "What do I blame that one on, then? You don't need to kiss a person more than once under mistletoe."  

[youcantroofyme-archive-deactiva]

          “Oh shut up.”

[intrepidforbes]

                             "Don't tell me to sh    " 

[youcantroofyme-archive-deactiva]

                 ”I sometimes forget you’re still a child.”

[intrepidforbes]

              " and I sometimes forget you're still a dick. If you hate the mistletoe so much, just take it down.