#mistermistletoe

[thepelagoislands]

Mistel's sorted permissions out with Molly, can I please have Mistel boss the record shop and built a flat on the upper floor? He'll pay the adding a living space cost and a rename fee all up front, and change the shop's name to Retro Records while leaving Molly as the business's owner, please and ty

Yes, you certainly can! The Treasury page has now been updated with the bank you have so kindly given it~ congrats on the new home and business!

[la-lunetta]

Pretty in Pink Nails || Luna & Mistel

A trip to the beauty salon was always one Luna enjoyed making. There was nothing like this on Arcadia, so when she finally moved to Leuda, she couldn't help but to spoil herself a little; particularly with manicures. She always had color ok her nails, making sure they were at the perfect length and never too long. Doing her nails herself was always fun, though no matter how many tutorials she watched or how carefully she did them. She could never achieve the quality that a salon professional always easily managed. It was every two weeks she found herself setting time, and money of course, aside to have her nails done. Weekly appointments might have been something she would consider had her rent not been 8,000G a month, however she supposed settling for every two certainly wasn't terrible. And it was every two weeks she enjoyed the time spent with the manicurist, one Mister Mistel Kleinheinz. He was pleasant to chat with, if not about a few things going on in life then about university, as he was a familiar face from campus as well. Luna gave her nails a once over as she arrived at the salon, frowning at the chips and spaces between her cuticles and the lines of polish. It was only a matter of time before they would be in tip top shape again, but still, the sight of a nail in need of a manicure was not one she enjoy, and certainly not one she enjoyed on herself. She approached the counter, standing before it as she waited for someone to come towards it. @mis

[i-chase-that-feeling-blog]

preening [ Mistel / Chase ]

There was little reason for Chase to be coming to the Salon, except for his own preening. After weeks of working on a ship, he always felt the need for a little pampering. His hair was frazzled, but his nails were a mess. One thing at a time, though - he needed to get more styling creme for his hair, but his nails were something he would better leave to a professional.

He’d only made the appointment that morning, so he wasn’t surprised for it to be very busy when he came in. They usually said something along the lines of how lucky it was to even manage to get an appointment here-- especially for a slacker like him that put it off to the last minute.

He waited his time looking over the bottles of styling gels and cremes, not feeling especially impatient with that in mind. It was a day off, that sort of pamper day when he could treat himself to something that wasn’t alcohol.

[thepelagoislands]

Can Mistel buy the invisibility cloak please? ♥

What are you up to, I wonder....?

The Menu has been updated!

[curl-up-n-dye]

Caturdays at the Casino || Allen & Mistel

Continued from x

Allen couldn’t help the smirk on his face; by this point he was surprised it wasn’t a permanent fixture from his evening spent with the blond. He finished counting his winnings, stuffing the new bills into his wallet before dropping it into his pocket.

“You’d don’t have a curfew, do you?” he teased, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “If you want to stay here a bit longer, we can go sit in the bar; I could use a shot or two of something.” Though he enjoyed his fruity mix drinks, they weren’t always ideal for the redhead to gain a quick buzz from.

“My treat, of course  ♪ “

@mistermistletoe  

[klaus-le-nez-blog]

about that date [ Mistel / Klaus ]

There was no use putting it off any longer. Why did he continue to do so?

Klaus kept feeling that same embarrassment flush over him every time he looked at the small business card he’d been handed at the auction. So professional and neat, with its small decal of scissors and neatly printed name. Mistel Kleinheinz - beautifully German, it left him wondering at the young man’s origins. It was lovely, and a name all too embarrassing for the older man to see every time his eyes locked onto it.

It had been moved from his counter top, to his table, to his coffee table, to his nightstand, to his bathroom counter, and to his pocket all over the course of the week that had passed, and multiple times in each location with no real rhyme or reason other than him telling himself that he really ought to call. Tonight, of course, he should call. Or maybe tomorrow night-- he didn’t want to seem too eager about it, of course. How silly he was being! He had no reason to feel embarrassed yet it made him feel giddy every time the memory danced on the edge of his mind.

Klaus settled into his couch, eyes fixated on the small card that sat by his bottle of wine. Already halfway through the bottle, and still unsure whether tonight was the night. He sighed, covering his face with his hand and taking another drink, filling his glass and dialing the number and taking another drink before resettling his hand into place and waiting.

He meant for his words to dissolve into the ringtone, not to be caught by the receiver of the call - not immediately noticing that it had been answered just as he breathily murmured in his guilty embarrassment:

“I’m so sorry.”

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Nokia And Kitties || Raeger/Mistel [texts]

Raeger stared at his pink lower elbows. He hoped they would regain their original tint before his date with the pet shop owner: and all those kittens! His last date at a pet store ended with him being pushed out, barely able to see his way home; and only after, he pulled out his notepad of stopwatch records, 10 minutes! What a lame date, wasn’t it? He hoped Rod wasn’t so pushy like that, but he knew hearts were in the right places.

But it was still a relief whenever he could play with a fuzzball of joy; he didn’t like the looks his pet rock gave him now that Seaweed was missing an eye.

Wait... Didn’t Mistel like cats?

Hit with inspiration, Raeger flipped out his ancient, bulky cell phone, repeatedly pushing the keys to get the right letters.

Mistel! :) It’s me, Raeger. Have you been to Rod’s pet store? He doesn’t shoo customers out, does he?

@mistermistletoe

[klaus-le-nez-blog]

two bits [ Mistel / Klaus ]

The salon was a usual haunt for Klaus, being so nearby his place of work and a very pleasant atmosphere. It was a comfortable place for him, since he enjoyed being pampered - even the way he preferred to keep his hair cropped necessitated fairly frequent visits since he was not inclined to take particularly good care of his wild hair. Home trims could only do so much, and he wasn’t very good at them.

It also gave him an excuse to talk to the staff, most of whom he had gone to for those haircuts and a few times now for his nails to both keep groomed and socialize with his business neighbors. One staff member he had yet to converse with, though. They had always seemed to be busy - and being unable to talk to him (even not being able to catch the young man’s name without seeming a little too curious of him). It made Klaus even more curious about him.

But, he had found out that the young man was now offering classic shaving services, and despite his own reservations at the implication of having a very sharp razor to his throat, he was curious enough to get to know the man that he made a reservation. Unfortunately, he’d made the gaffe of calling the man “the blond”, and had sweat about it for the moment before deciding that it probably wouldn’t be passed on to him. Hopefully.

Klaus came in for the appointment that afternoon with that reassurance behind him, a couple of days’ growth of facial hair after taking a trip to Arcadia making it feel even more necessary. He smiled politely to the blond as he entered, finally not busy serving another customer. He hesitated briefly at the desk with slight embarrassment, still not knowing his name but hoping to smooth that over easily.

“Hello-- I set up an appointment a few days ago-- with you, I believe?♪”