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[Hello, Citizens of the City! Here we have one Charlie McGee, eying the mistletoe with mild suspicion but otherwise unbothered. She has no clue what the deal is with it and is on her way to work, trying to sidestep the majority of it.
Have fun with her, won't you?]
(ooc: okay. if it takes me a while to get back to your tags, just understand I'm flailing like an idiot and have turned into a 12 year old mentally over this whole thing.)
Have fun with her, won't you?]
(ooc: okay. if it takes me a while to get back to your tags, just understand I'm flailing like an idiot and have turned into a 12 year old mentally over this whole thing.)
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Of course, if you did want to make it up to me... [And if that hint was too subtle for you, he leans forward.]
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[Nathan, this is the only time Charlie is going to think this is a good...no...amazing...no..THE ABSOLUTE BEST IDEA EVER!. No sooner does he lean in than her hands are framing his face and she's kissing him.]
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Wait...
where are his hands? Oh. Oh, right. On her ass. She notices this fact first when the curse wears off and immediately starts flailing at him, grabbing his hands. She's honestly torn between annoyance and amusement. Yet again.]
Who the fuck said you could put your hands there?
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I didn't see you complaining a moment ago.
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It's all right, though. I'm not complaining, although I could've done without that weird fit thing at the end there.
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at least he didn't try to eat her face.] And I'm glad you're talking to me after the other day. I'd be upset if you held a grudge.no subject
[And because he's not a total jerk... Not always.] The gift card was a nice touch, though. Can't say I'd mind another snog, either.
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So am I. Curse days don't really count.
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[Snog > hug. Every time. He leans in to kiss her again.]
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What, you don't think she's out there doing exactly the same thing? We're fine with all this. There's a curse. It doesn't count.
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[And with that, she turns and heads off.]