Mistletoe
▃☠ “…N’who’s bright fuckin’ idea was this?” Yeah. Run-down mansion, broken glass, dank ass walls, and someone decided to try and hang up Christmas decorations. The tree in the corner’d already gotten knocked over, but he’d gotten a brief glance of it last night hobbling down the stairs after a brief nap. Only thing left was the mistletoe still dangling in the threshold of his grunt’s room. He was T R Y I N G to come and give a few of ‘em some work to do, but yeah. Here he was.“Ya’d better not tell no one, cause I ain’t doin’ this again. Shit better be outta your doorway next time I come by here.” He was pretty lenient on what went on in their rooms–wasn’t any of his business–but this struck him as particularly dumb.Clearing his throat, the Bug-user stuffed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, bending down with a grunt to her height; she was W A Y shorter than him and he honestly had to strain to reach her level. A chaste brush of lips was offered to her forehead, cool and brief.