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Send a 🌿 to meet my muse under the mistletoe
Frankie’s not one for ugly sweater parties, but it’s not like she had much else planned during the holidays. Plus, it was hosted by Bowser, and even though he tried to be more nonchalant about it, she could tell he put a lot of effort to make sure she got the invitation, so it was hard to say no to it.
She wasn’t going to be winning any ugly sweater contest though, as her sweater was just a red-knitted one, with little snowmen decorated on it. If anything, it was more plain, than ugly. Still, she didn’t come for the contest, and even though she wouldn’t admit it out-loud, the main reason why she came, was for Bowser. She’s really grown fond of the big lug.
Speaking of which, she saw him, out of the corner of her eye, standing right underneath a mistletoe, and it got her grinning. Sneaking past the crowd, she made sure she creeped up to him unnoticed, then tapped on his shoulder. When he turned around to see her, she just smiled, and pointed up, so he would see the mistletoe. “ Know what that means?” She asked, with a playful smile. “ Means you need to pucker up.~”












