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@ghostedboos | Oz… kissing?

     Oz did not understand why they were invited to such events- it was not like they celebrated these kind of holidays, or had these kind of traditions but… They were their friends, they knew it would make them sad if they did not come to these events. Although, what happened made Oz glad that they did go, even if they did not understand the half of it.

     Oz turned the corner, just about to enter the kitchen to collect more alcohol for the others in the living room. For the group had been invited to Vera’s place for a get together during the holiday season. What Oz did not expect was to find Polly blocking the path, leaning against the door frame… standing under the mistletoe.

     Mistletoe… all Oz knew of it was that it was a plant, and it held certain Christmas traditions that did not seem important to commit to memory. 

     “Heyya, Boo.” Came the smug and playful tone of the Ghost, as she pulled the Shadow by the hips so that they were standing fully under the mistletoe, pressed against her body. “Here’s a little gift, from me to you.” She murmured sensually, leaning in to kiss Oz’s ‘mouth’. Whilst Oz would normally freeze and become frigid, they practically melted, for Polly’s touch was unmatched compared to most of their friends (save for one in particular). 

     Oz leaned in, hands moving softly to Polly’s side as their eyes closed, enjoying the bliss of the kiss. The feeling was euphoric, unlike anything else Oz had ever experienced. It was a shame that it had to end, but the look that Polly gave them afterwards made butterflies flutter in their chest.

Perhaps this tradition was worth keeping.

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“I’m starting a new fashion statement called ‘My Hand Got Stuck In My Hairband And Came Off.”

“I’m still working on the name.”

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Liam did, in fact, not know that the local school party ghost was right behind him when he had been muttering to himself. So when he felt the hands on his shoulders, and her body getting far too into his personal bubble for his comfort, he nearly jumped from his chair. His head turning quickly once she spoke, and the slightest of pinks came to his cheeks. 

“Crush? Who said any- where did- why would you think it had something to do with a crush Polly? That’s- that’s absurd! I don’t- I don’t get crushes!” 

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“What if you could hear out of your eyebrows?”

※ JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. XVI ※

Scott thought of how big his ears were, and of how big his eyebrows were, and imagined all of the small things he could hear with all that “hearing space”. 

“Bro!...That would be my super power so I could hear more squirrels and chase them ALL!”

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“In the time it will take to explain this, the situation will get twice as bad.”

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“P-polly, you are a treasure.”

There was nobody but perhaps Vicky that could plop Oz in a situation with this many leeches and not at least get asked what was going on.  He wondered who Polly had got to put them here.  They were impressively large, but all the more disgusting for that.  Oz’s own skin was black, but theirs was more of a dirty black with unpleasant shine, as if oil slicks had come to life.

They also apparently had some kind of venom that kept blood flowing even when they were pulled off the students.

“...I suppose wounds will be the only option...removing the chunk of f-flesh along with the little creatures.  Either that or I c-could freeze them, if you do not mind them dying.”

A great many of the students were, it seemed.  At least the ones with blood.  The ones who hadn’t blood, or the ones with peculiar forms of blood, just looked massively irritated and slimy.  Elsewhere, a roaring could be heard...as that of a werebear.

“Oh.  That situation.  Might I suggest fleeing?”

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Well fortunately for the adventure-centric specter, the banshee too was keen on getting shitface drunk with hot ass women she just met; and Polly Geist was no exception. 

“Depends on what’s in it for me.”

The musician would give the most confidently playful wink in the history of teasing winks, her hands clutching the icy cool bottle that contained the liquor in question. 

Fun wouldn’t stop there for the pair of undead women, but the rest of the night would be left up to mystery depending on how wasted they both got. 

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Holds Oz's hand. Why - it's Polly, she doesn't need a reason.

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     ‘Act cool, Oz. Act cool.’

     They were, in fact, not acting cool. But their fingers did interlace with Polly’s, squeezing her ethereal hand for comfort. 

It was nice.