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Oh. Thanks. [Minori & Mistel]

reap-the-harvest:

[Nods her head, a friendly smile on her face, whatever sarcasm that comes from him completely lost on her, and had she caught it, surely it would not be due the pearl incident in which she was sure she made up for and what little to no guilt guilt she felt was completely wiped free of her own conscious. Mmhm.]

[And as he continues, she admittedly is a bit oblivious to these implications he mentions as well, for Minori’s understanding of the holiday and Mistel’s understanding of the holiday seemed to be two different understandings; two understandings that she was not aware were different.]

Oh, well, you know! It isn’t really a Thanksgiving present if there isn’t chocolate! [Well, that’s what she was told, anyway.] And I know we haven’t known each other for too long now, but I think you’re nice and fun to talk to, and thought it was only appropriate to show my appreciation, of course!

Is that right? [He’s pretty sure that’s not entirely true; he’s received plenty of Thanksgiving presents since he arrived in Oak Tree, chocolate or not. He’s also fairly certain that none of them were gifted to him because he is nice or fun to talk to, but he’s not going to pick nits over a gift. He shrugs, deciding not to press the matter any further if Minori is going to feign ignorance as to what the chocolate itself means.]

Well, thank you then. I appreciate the gesture as much as I value our friendship. [He smiles extra wide at this part, masking his sarcasm, muting it.] I’ll be sure to repay it come White Day. [He smiles, setting the cake down on the counter of his shop-- a temporary home before he gives it to his sister.] 

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Giving Thanks [Klaus & Mistel]

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je-suis-le-nez:

Klaus remained with his hand over his face, eyebrows pressed together as he tried to ease down the red in his cheeks. It was no use with Mistel’s continued pressing. The younger man simply enjoyed teasing him and pushing these buttons to even allow Klaus a moment of peace to regain his composure and be certain that he was or wasn’t being teased. Which he was. Being teased. Of course.

He sighed through his nose against his palm as he dragged it down from his eyes to look to Mistel’s face, pained in the moment of accepting the teasing for what it definitely was. Teasing. He stared a second longer with his features shifting to the fond sort of stern that only said he knew better.

“Hm– you’re not embarrassed at all,” he hesitated at the question, huffing through his nose before turning it to an amused chuckle as his eyes went back to the cookies.

“I, hm– I’m not fond of chocolate, but I will,” he picked one up, looking over its heart shape with a short pause as he held one in his fingers to contemplate it. “It’s easier to eat one of these than a slice of chocolate cake. I received one from Minori earlier, and I’m not certain what to do with that– I can only assume Otmar is misinforming the entire town of the traditions,” he mused, before shaking his head and taking a deep bite of the cookie - eyes flitting over to Mistel’s face to be sure he was watching.

His wicked smile immediately melts. Suddenly this game isn’t very much fun anymore.

“I see. So Ms. Minori brought you a slice of chocolate cake.” It’s not a question. Mistel leans up from the position he’d sank into against Klaus’s work desk, elbows locked, brows locked into a staunch frown. “Well. That’s interesting.” In the very worst possible way.

He’s no longer concerned with the plate of cookies he’d brought over, or eliciting a flustered reaction from the older man. Now Mistel’s only concern is the duel jealousy that’s knotted the pit of his stomach. He’s not sure who he’s jealous of, exactly-- or where the source of it stems from. He finds the temptation too strong not to share the bitter feelings that have suddenly risen in the back of his throat. 

“I don’t recall having such a conversation with Mr. Otmar, so I wouldn’t be so quick to blame the poor man for something like that. Besides, Ms. Minori brought me a slice of chocolate cake, as well. I really don’t think you mean to insinuate that Mr. Otmar told her to give out a gift like that to everyone in town?”

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petitellune:

[ The reality of the game is that rules are arbitrary, usually tipping in her favor. Not that she would disclose this information ever, and anyway, at the moment she’s not purposefully trying to win. She’d offered to give him a hint after all. It’s practically good sportsmanship if anything. ]

     [ Text: ] i guess so! :)

[ She sits up in the seat she had claimed on the train, a smile playing upon her lips. That last one was actually a good guess! ]

     [ Text: ] ohh! you’re actually getting warmer with the last one!!      [ Text: ] super super warm!       [ Text: ] does that count as a hint?

Warmer with the last one. Super super warm. [He repeats this out loud as he scrolls up to see what his last guess had been, mumbling to himself against the palm of his hand.] Warm with Stella and ends in an “a”. Well.

[He taps out his response, now pacing away from the bookshelf - no longer needing any of the characters housed on its shelves to solve this riddle anymore. The grin he wears leaves absolutely no room for either humility or good sportsmanship.]

        [ Text: ] Oops! Maybe too much of a hint, Luna. :)

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Snap, Crackle and Crash [Chelsea & Mistel]

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ball-of-sunshine:

Visiting other towns wasn’t something Chelsea did often, especially not during the winter when money was tight. However, she’d gotten word that a shop in Oak Tree town sold seeds for leeks and parsnips, plants known for being able to withstand the frost and grow well during that time of year. Chelsea analyzed her financial situation in depth, calculating the costs and benefits of crossing oceans to obtain said seeds. A balance sheet and pro-con list later, she finally decided that going on a trip wasn’t too bad of an idea; sacrificing a portion of her savings now was going to reap her bigger benefits later.

The journey to Oak Tree Town was quite pleasant; a change of scenery from what she was used to on the islands. Mountains stood tall and brooding while luscious greenery stretched out as far as the eye could see. Chelsea often found herself lost in the beauty of it all, which created the illusion that the trip wasn’t as long as it actually was.

Having taken a short nap on the bus to town, the brunette was full of energy upon arrival and immediately headed towards the shop she’d heard about. The rumors proved to be true seeing as she found exactly what she was looking for, stocking her semi-empty rucksack with however many seed bags she could afford. Although she was glad her mission was successful and she could return home as soon as possible, the next bus to the docks was to arrive in 7 hours, so she’d have to occupy her time until then.

Deciding to take a stroll around town, the farmer spotted an interesting looking shop that sold antique trinkets. Seeing no harm in browsing, Chelsea stepped inside and began to look at the different items on display. A small glass swan caught her attention, and she reached out to grab it when it slipped out of her hand and shattered on the ground.

It was difficult to swallow the realization that Mistel was used to the sound of glass shattering in his shop. The sound of glass shattering should not be a sound that Mistel had grown accustomed to in any situation. He especially shouldn’t have to come to expect said sound in his antique shop, of all places.

Mistel set down the can of polish he’d been just about to spray into a dusting rag, taking a moment to press his palm against his eyes and sooth himself. A moment to breathe. Either it was Fritz once again disobeying Mistel’s direct orders for him to never enter the shop again, or it was Agate coming by to say hello while accidentally doing more damage than she meant to. The former would have his blood boiling for the better part of the week after this. The latter-- well, he supposed he could deal with that.

Either situation, however, called for his most gentle smile-- which he took with him en route to the front of the shop, along with a dust pan and broom.

“Oh,” came his startled response upon noticing the stranger; neither of his presuppositions were true, apparently. Mistel hadn’t anticipated that a new customer might be anything less than delicate with his wares - and this situation caught him a little off guard. “Are you alright?” was his first inclination to press for an answer. “Here, step back a bit, if you could-- I can sweep up the pieces of the--”

The second thing he noticed, however, was what exactly had been broken. “The swan!” Mistel immediately lit up with a genuine smile, this one far more sincere than the polite one he’d worn just a moment ago. “Well thank goodness-- you’ve done me quite the favor getting rid of that thing! I absolutely hated it the moment my sister brought it into the shop!”

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Sneaky Surprise [Agate & Mistel]

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shine-bright-like-an-agate:

Mmhm! I’d say it’s going well, to be honest! The foxes say so too, though they tend to be a bit too polite sometimes.

[Her brows raise , throwing him a look as though she does not believe she really needs to inform him of the occasion.] Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your own birthday, silly.

[She brings the present from behind her back, and although it is wrapped in Christmas paper, it is still intended to be a birthday gift.] Well I can’t tell you what it is, you’ll just have to open it and see!

[Mistel blinks. Blinks again. Breaks into a wide smile.] Oh-- no, of course not! How silly that would be! 

[But the truth is, this is the first time he’s remembered his birthday since the beginning of the month, when he’d noted idly to himself that it had been coming up. That’s the way he is every year, however-- the excitement for Christmas so often sneaks up on him and ousts any joy he might take in his own birthday. Christmas has always felt like the second, better party of the month-- one that the whole world took part in.]

[Especially when his circle of friends had always been on the rather small side.]

Well! If you haven’t been spoiling me lately, I’m sure I don’t know what spoiling is!♪ Thank you! [Mistel chuckles as he accepts the gift, taking to open it on his shop’s counter. Once the wrapping is mostly discarded, he holds it up to appraise the contents.]

Ah, how cute! A cat puzzle! It’s so-- [He stops abruptly as he recognizes the print on the front label-- ages 8 and up. He pauses. Turns to look at Agate for a moment, hesitating before continuing-- as though attempting to see himself for through her eyes.]

...I love it!♪ [He still wears his smile, just the same.] I’m sure it’ll be-- very good fun. Thank you, Ms. Agate.

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Giving Thanks [Klaus & Mistel]

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je-suis-le-nez:

Klaus blinked, eyes dropping to the plate of cookies and letting his eyebrow rise to an arch. It was an acceptable excuse that he’d provided Mistel with, at least, but honestly Mistel was incredibly transparent when he was fishing for something. It was just his humor to tease someone, Klaus reminded himself, and sighed through his nose, eyes going back to his notes as though already trying to remember where he had been in the sentence he was writing.

“I suppose that’s a loose interpretation of it, but overall it was meant as a day for women to show their interest in suito–rs–” Klaus caught his breath in brief annoyance as the cookies were slid over the words he’d been looking at. That’s where this was then: Mistel was demanding his attention now. No sense in trying to continue anything else once it reached that level.

Klaus inhaled deeply, looking to the wall in front of him before exhaling and turning in his seat to face Mistel more fully, looking more like a teacher ready to finally send a student to detention.

“Mistel–” he started, a deep tone of reprimand that quickly vanished in the face of the younger man’s wicked, lovely grin. Klaus thought better of it when faced with the full sight of just how unabashedly Mistel was taking this teasing. It was cruel. He sighed again, settling his hand over his eyes to shield the flush of his cheeks, trying to instead mask his embarrassment. “Of course I won’t let them go to waste. You really ought to be more careful with such gifts, though, this is not exactly appropriate…”

Mistel’s eyes flashed wickedly to have earned Klaus’s annoyance, his smile curling in the way it only can when the wearer knows full well he doesn’t deserve to wear it. The shift of the perfumer in his seat was what really pushed Mistel’s prodding at boundaries into truly good fun. 

It’s one thing to have someone’s attention when they only refuse to give up half of it, and that’s something that Mistel supposes he can settle for when he’s got no other option. It’s another thing entirely to have the whole of that scolding come crashing down, with full attention paid-- especially when, as it is very often the case when it comes to Klaus, the actual scolding never follows the intent to scold. Negative attention is still attention; negative attention that melts so sweetly into gentle shame is something even better.

“No, it’s awful. So inappropriate. Now that you’ve explained the local custom to me more clearly, I really think I’ve come to gain a full appreciation of just how far I’ve wandered off the beaten path. I’m just-- ever so embarrassed.” Then, deftly ignoring whatever nonsense he'd just come up with, Mistel gave the plate another little nudge in Klaus’s direction. 

“Are you not going to eat one now?”

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Mixed Messages [Agate &Mistel]

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shine-bright-like-an-agate:

[With her hands now empty, she takes to holding them behind her back to give them something to do.] Oh good, I’m glad! I was a bit worried you might not like them; I couldn’t remember if I had dreamt you saying before that you didn’t.

[She scratches her cheek, pausing a moment as if to recall whether or not it was a dream, as though she had not done this earlier while in Otmar’s shop.]

There was strawberry cake there, and completely chocolate cookies, but it’s not thanksgiving if there isn’t chocolate in it, and I really didn’t want to give you something with too much chocolate if you didn’t like it. So I figured chocolate chip cookies would work best.

[He’s tempted to make an inquiry as to the nature of her dreams-- and, particularly, whether its very often that he makes an appearance in them. There’s a quirk to the corner of his smile as he debates just saying it, too. But this is a forward question, even for he-who-has-no-filter. He bites it back with a bite of cookie.]

[Agate has always drawn out even the most reserved side of him. She’s always struck him as exceptionally innocent, even for as provocative as the things she says can sometimes be-- surely, he has figured out, she has no idea what she’s saying more often than not when it comes to such things. It’s exactly the thing that’s led him now to figuring out the meaning behind a plate of cookies, as though this was a thing people had to actually do in order to figure each other out, in favor of preserving whatever perceived innocence he was currently tiptoeing around.]

[It’s not Thanksgiving if there’s not chocolate in it, says the girl he’s fairly sure is sending him no messages with said chocolate. And all things considered, if he wanted the choice between chocolate cookies that meant no romantic interest and strawberry cake that meant no romantic interest, he probably would have opted for the strawberry cake.]

[He mulls all of this over as he chews through the cookie he doesn’t like, then supplies after swallowing:] No, no, that makes perfect sense. I’m not going to chastise you for whatever you pick out as a gift, you know, Ms. Agate. The thought is what counts, right? [If only he could figure out what the thought was.]

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petitellune:

[ She’s quick to answer: ]

      [ Text: ] no !

[ As expected, she shakes her head. ]

      [ Text: ] nope, nope, aaaaand nope !       [ Text: ] looks like i’m winning !! (^･ω･^=)~

[ She hums, and adds after a moment: ]

      [ Text: ] should I give you a hint?

[Winning? Hold on-- there could be winners and losers in this game? Mistel frowns suddenly, finding himself slightly surprised to realize he actually is experiencing a twinge of competitiveness in this moment. How completely unexpected-- and how completely uncalled for. He laughs once, abruptly, at how silly he’s being.]

[But he has to admit, it does make him very slightly more determined to guess correctly.]

          [ Text: ] What! Is each bad guess a point, now?           [ Text: ] Olivia, Gabriella, Stella...            [ Text: ] ...and I suppose I’ll take a hint if it’s none of those, yes.  

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your best fiend forever [ Mistel / Fritz ]

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It was probably a good choice on Mistel’s part. By the time he had finally made his presence known, Fritz had already closed the shop door behind him, tucked the present under his arm, and started examining a pretty cool glass lamp nearby the entrance. It looked pretty expensive, too. And very old. And probably one of a kind. Just the sort of thing that if Mistel were around, Fritz wouldn’t even be allowed to look at it.

Speaking of - he whipped around, chin held high and hands behind his back with his chest puffed up like a good boy who was definitely not doing anything that he shouldn’t be doing. Absolutely not, definitely not, he was good.

“Nothing! I mean, uh– there you are!” Fritz beamed, closing the distance between them quickly with the present held out in its poorly bundled wrapping paper. “I came by because it’s that big day! Your happy birthday, of course! I made this just for you, but I didn’t have a box to wrap it in–”

Not the response he cared to hear-- in fact, it was the exact thing he’d feared most in the seconds between his decision to show himself and laying eyes on the farmer. Mistel paused, took a deep breath, and tried his very hardest not to slip into a look that most certainly could kill-- even under the assumption that looks could not kill just on their own.

“Nothing,” he repeated, sliding easily into a very slightly unhinged smile. “Is that so. How wonderful to hear.” For every step that Fritz took away from the glass lamp, Mistel’s smile tempered itself into something marginally more sane. By the time he’d shifted his attention to the gift in his hands he’d even managed to make his expression look actually human.

“Oh,” he began, scratching the side of his nose as he worked out what his response was going to be. He’d never anticipated being in this situation; he was going to have to do quite a lot of improvisation. It was a very nice hat. Actually the sort of thing he might wear. Made by Fritz.

“Well-- that’s alright. It’s very nice.” He held out a hand to accept it, exerting a little extra energy into not clenching his teeth too tightly in the process. “Thank you, Fritz. That’s, um. Very thoughtful of you.”

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Giving Thanks [Klaus & Mistel]

@je-suis-le-nez

Klaus could be very aware of the footsteps in his house and still not budge - he was very used to this being a normal day, someone letting themselves in and walking to him directly. Usually it was Marian, occasionally it was Giorgio, sometimes it was family, but more often than not it was–

He blinked at the sound of porcelain, not surprised that it was Mistel but very surprised that he brought something along on this day, the day of a romantic holiday. For girls.

Klaus had thrown himself into work for a reason, after all - it was one of those romantic holidays that left him feeling very lonely and separated from mankind. And it was childish. And exhausting. But mostly childish. He pressed his eyebrows together as he noticed the chocolate and glanced back to Mistel’s face, confused as he set down the pen he’d been writing notes down with. First thing’s first…

“Mistel–… I’m aware you’re still fairly new to the area, but you are aware that this is a holiday for– girls to give gifts…?”

"Hmm,” he intoned lightly, his smile only widening to have won Klaus’s attention. It hadn’t been hard, of course, but he always prided himself on his victories - even those that come easily to him. It’s nice to win, after all.

“Oh, yes, that’s right. Now I remember.♪ I suppose I must have forgotten, being so new to the area and all,” he hummed, his smile not so much as budging despite the apparent blunder. If he actually felt the embarrassment he was claiming to, it clearly was not touching his face. “Here I thought it had something to do with giving thanks for the men in your life that you cared about-- but I see now that’s not the case. But there’s no sense in letting good cookies go to waste over such a little mistake, don’t you think?”

He scooted the plate a little closer to Klaus, unabashedly ignoring the fact that the lip of the plate now had shifted over the paper the other man had been so recently writing on. “Except-- you don’t like chocolate either, do you? My goodness, but I’m just an absolute mess today! Do you think you could find it within yourself to humor me?♪ Just this once?”

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your best fiend forever [ Mistel / Fritz ]

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fritz-and-starts:

The bonus of winter was that it meant his crops were fewer, and Fritz had a little more free time to dedicate to his cows and his hobbies. Well, it did free up some time too that half of his winter crops had already died for whatever reason. They looked like they had dried out or maybe got skipped over in the seed planting, but he was pretty sure he had covered all of them… oh well.

He did manage to save enough time to dedicate to hobbies, and that was what mattered! Especially with the holidays coming up, and especially with a certain special birthday lined up as well.

Fritz pushed open the door to the antique shop, beaming with a small box in hand as a called in to his blond friend with an eager grin that said that he didn’t know they weren’t friends.

“Oy! Mistel! Where you at? I got somethin’ for you!♪”

For a brief moment, Mistel was tempted not to answer-- hovering with a box in his arms that he was nervous to put down lest it make a noise and give away his location. In fact, he could easily just stay right where he was. Not move. If he was careful, he might give no indication whatsoever - and Fritz might even get confused and walk right out of the shop again.

“...”

But it was just as likely that Fritz might instead decide to stay and wait for him, too-- especially given that the shop was supposed to be open. And who knows what sort of things might be broken if he lets Fritz have free reign of the shop. Besides, his arms were beginning to get tired supporting the weight of the china packed delicately within the box in his hands. Something was going to have to give.

So, with a put upon sigh, Mistel decided to set the box down and to emerge from the supply closet under the stairs-- wearing a false smile touched with weariness. “What is it, Fritz?”

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Sneaky Surprise [Agate & Mistel]

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[Grins as he turns to face her, hands behind her back to keep what she was holding out of his view.]

Hello, Mistel! I’ve been taking lessons from the foxes; they’re teaching me to be a bit lighter on my feet so I can be more sneaky! And considering for the occasion, I thought some sort of surprise was in order.

Is that right. [He blinks once, twice, then turns in place to face her. He’s not sure he wants to humor her any more than he has in saying this; he’s still not entirely sure if she’s actually got some sort of system of communication with the local fauna, or if he might be somehow encouraging a budding psychosis by feeding into her delusions.]

[He decides to ignore it, as he often does.]

What’s the occasion? [He grins.] And better yet, what’s the surprise?

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petitellune:

[ An immediate frown comes to her face, her nose wrinkling with displeasure. Totally not the response she’d be anticipating at all. And definitely in no way flattering ! ]

        [ Text: ] gross !! that’s not funny at all (,,Ծ‸Ծ,, )

[ The next few guesses are more acceptable, and she nods as she hops off the back of the wagon she’d caught her ride on, and heads over to the train station. Not too terrible, she even thinks Emma is a pretty name herself, but still, not even close! Then again, she doubts her name is something someone could easily guess anyway. ]

        [ Text: ] bzzzt !! too ordinary !!         [ Text: ] it does end in an ‘a’ though!         [ Text: ] but i guess that doesn’t really narrow down your options much.

[He laughs out loud at the response that he’s rewarded with for his joke; which is for the best, because he’s probably got to laugh hard enough for the both of them.]

        [ Text: ] Not even a little? :)

Ends in an “a”. [He repeats this out loud to himself as he scans the spines; it’s not an especially helpful hint. So very many women’s names end in a, after all - and clearly she knows this. It’s the bit about “too ordinary” that might be more of a clue, and he lets his mind roam as his gaze grazes the spines of his sister’s books.]

        [ Text: ] Zelda. Esmerelda.          [ Text: ] ... Bella?

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Entertain Me [Klaus & Mistel]

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je-suis-le-nez:

The dance that Klaus’ eyebrows did in that moment was slight, but spoke volumes for the emotions that the younger man made him have to work through. First was the amusement for their game, then the surprise and embarrassment for his teasing, then came the finale of reprimand and acceptance that left them pulled together and upward as he tried to regain his composure.

“A ghost,” he echoed, inhaling and exhaling with the patience of a tired saint, his mouth tugging aside at the insinuation he were some sort of Scrooge now in this scenario. Nevermind that, of course - he reminded himself that perhaps being so old and boring would seem very Scrooge-like to a young man who apparently came over only on a whim. How very teasing and cruel, how very like a ghost.

Klaus accepted the game, shaking his head as he walked around the couch and rubbed his hand over his chin to hide the slight smile that came from being paid so much attention to despite the cruel game.

“Of course, Christmas,” he acquiesced to the ghost, bowing his head slightly as he pushed his coat back to sit across from the apparition. Now to return his own teasing, his eyebrow now dancing up to an arch as he spoke over his hand to the coy smile that pleased him so much. If anyone else were to try this…

“That is your proper name now, isn’t it? Or should I call you Future–? That would make sense, you’re far too young for Christmas Past and too thin to be Present,” he mused aloud, head tilting slightly. “What is my Future, then?”

Mistel laughed impishly at the new name he’d been given, wrinkling his nose. He wasn’t exactly in love with Klaus’s reasoning, per say - but the image was amusing nonetheless. “Are you saying, then,” he giggled, “that I’m pale, skeletal, and grim? If that’s not the very opposite of what I aspire to be, I don’t know what is. Haven’t I always been the very picture of warmth and mirth?”

Still chuckling to himself, Mistel shuffled himself up into a more comfortable position on the couch, folding his arms over his chest and looking over the man whose time he was stealing. “I suppose I’ll be your future, then, if I must. Your future is easy enough to guess, anyway. Let’s see.”

He bounced one foot, narrowing his eyes - but not so much as shying away from eye contact as he stared across the short distance between them. “You are... going home to see your family for Christmas again. And you’ll leave poor Iris and I all alone, with no very dear friend to exchange presents with until long after the holiday has past. Oh!” 

He lit up, grinning. “But you’ll get me something nice for Christmas, just the same, right? Something as nice as last year, I hope.”

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Mixed Messages [Agate &Mistel]

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[He makes his appearance and she stops a few feet from the door, figuring she was better not to press her luck continuing to walk inside lest she fall and not only tumble into one of his precious antiques, but drop the plate of cookies as well. She offers him the plate, still smiling]

Oh, but I had to! It is Thanksgiving, after all! I would have baked them myself, but- well, I didn’t want to give you anything that didn’t taste good, y’know?

[He accepts the plate as she holds it out, smiling down at the cookies laid out on it-- a little passive aggressively, if he’s being completely honest. He’s not much a fan of sweets for their own sake, and probably will let Iris eat most of them, in all actuality. He’s more concerned with what they mean, and they’re not giving away any of their secrets just by looking at them.]

[And they’re store bought, too. Store bought kind-of chocolate cookies. Mistel suppresses a sigh, once again turning the smile up on his neighbor.]

Yes, well-- it’s still very much appreciated. [He even makes a show of biting into one, smiling around the bite of almost-chocolate. He’s reminded of how not-fond of cookies he is. Immediately.] Mmmm. Delicious.

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[He nearly jumps out of his skin-- turning to see what he’d bumped into, and blinking in alarm to realize it was a who, not a what. Well, at least it was a pleasant surprise! At first he’d thought he’d backed into the vase on display just a few feet behind them both, somehow.] 

Oh-- hello, Ms. Agate! 

[He tilts his head, smiling crookedly.] How on earth did you get in here so silently..?