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[dustless]

Frisk's found mistletoe. 

Well, there's a lot around, hanging off trees in the gardens suddenly--but they're pretty well-hidden in the branches. Frisk only found their sprigs of it through sheer luck, climbing up and planting their hand right into one.

And what should they do with it?

Well, the answer to that was the most obvious thing in the universe--take some, attach them to ribbons, attach one of those ribbons to their head and another to a pole, and...run around the castle. Really, they prefer hugs and hand-holding to kisses, but there's nothing wrong with those. They'd be super dumb to miss this kind of opportunity!

//Frisk's collecting kisses! There's no magic forcing this--if your character doesn't want one, they can just say so and the kid'll back off.

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[voidster]

Hey! Look who's still here, not faded away back into the gaps between timestreams. He's halfway up one of the towers, peering out a stone window in a hallway, and he looks... better? His shoulders and legs are more there than they were. Realistic and detailed now, as opposed to half-melted blobby blackness. The coat and sweater could almost pass as true clothing, not false skin over bones.

Funny how much he's changed since the last time Frisk saw him. He's not sure how he's remaking himself so well and so quickly, because he hadn't planned to try. (It's the fragment of soul reeling him in, dragging him back into the world proper due to its proximity--)

He's been getting lost in his own mind every time he doesn't keep himself busy enough. It happens. Who'd expect normalcy after returning from the Void? Explains why he's standing there like a monstrous statue, until a pole with leafy bits pokes him in the back of the skull. That's enough to startle him out of his thoughts, displaying the same slightly slowed down reflexes he showed the first time they met. He turns, and raises his left brow at the child. What in the world?

Going fishing?

[dustless]

Doing good, doing better! Hopefully that's something that'll stick...

"Not fishing! Mistletoe-ing!" Frisk grins up at him even as something occurs to them. They wiggle the pole around, carefully bapping him on the crown of his head. "Did you have this stuff underground?"

[voidster]

Bonk.

He reaches up to hold the swinging ribbon still, curious about what it looks like up close. Not much. Edible, like mint leaves are...? He only peers at it for a second before letting go, freeing both hands.

I don't believe so. What is it? Something festive to pin on your clothing?

[dustless]

"Somethin' festive...that means you gotta do something!" Their grin stretches wider. "'S a surface thing. If you stand under it with somebody else, you gotta kiss!"

[demonthatcomes]

Chara shouldn't be surprised. But here they are, and here is the One in the Green Sweater, staring awkwardly.

"...I suppose I should give you a kiss."

[dustless]

"Yeah!"

Wait. They tone down the blatant eagerness, letting the pole mostly slip through their fingers until one end's set against the ground. It's like an unusual walking stick. "Please. I mean, if you wanna. Don't need to."

[demonthatcomes]

Chara hesitates, unsure how to answer. They take a deep breath through their nose... and bend down to plant a soft kiss on Frisk's forehead. Their cheeks resemble holly berries.

"...There. Happy?"


[* The embarrassment is over 9000. ]

[dustless]

Frisk giggles wildly, letting the pole balance on its own for a second for them to clap. They're a little darker around the cheeks too, flush spreading out over their nose. Mostly in response to Chara's own.

"Yeah! Thank you! But, um--I didn't get t' kiss you. Can I?"

[justletmewin]

Asriel has been doing much better since that dreadful October. He's gotten more comfortable with seeing people again, and his smiles more genuine. When he sees Frisk, it's not the usual "please-don't-worry-about-me" smile--it's a fanged grin.

"Howdy! Merry Gyftmas Frisk!"

[dustless]

"Hi! Merry...oh. Merry Gyftmas!" The mistletoe showing up makes a little more sense for Gyftmas-Christmas stuff, doesn't it? They hadn't meant to lose track of time like this. Then again, it's hard to tell with the castle's climate barely changing.

They dramatically swing the pole around, hovering it just above his snoot. "Know what this is?" Frisk sing-songs mischievously.

[justletmewin]

"Oh, uh... mistletoe right? They grow all over Snowdin!" His cheeks and the tip of his ears tinged pink. "Humans like kissing under them for some reason in all the movies I watched. Why is that?"

[dustless]

Really? They don't remember that. A pity, 'cause then they might've tried to get some for Alphys on that date.

"Yeah! I...dunno why." Frisk stops to stare at it quizzically. They hadn't actually thought of that before...

...they don't care much; they like it anyway. "'S a real thing people do. So..." They let it dip, gently tickling the ribbon over his fur. "Want one?"

charas gonna try and eat ur mistletoe kid

[characlysmic]

[ Somebody is sulking by the stairs on Christmas. Ok not sulking, they've got a bit of candy (peppermint) that they're treating themselves to but still who could look so scowly on Christmas?

Its them. Chara would. Beware of Grinch. ]

Oh hey. Scarf kid. [They eye the mistletoe and quirk a brow at the mistletoe. Are they serious? ] Are you...pranking people with that?

NO POISON IS BAD -n-

[dustless]

Scowly's not too great in general--holidays don't have anything to do with it. "Hi, Chara."

They drop the pole against their shoulder. "...I...maybe?" Is it a prank? They just thought of it as fun.

They drop it with a shrug, lips twitching up. "D'you want a kiss?"

HOW'D I MISS THIS

[itstheend]

Neither of the kids involved here have much of an attachment to time. Recent events have also shaken up keeping track of it.

Which is why when Frisk sees the other fishing for kisses, there's a bit of a 'Oh, it's Christmas!' expression on their face, and they jog up.

[Happy Gyftmas!] they sign, beaming. [Um. Chara doesn't want to kiss you at all so...]

They kiss Chara's palm and then gently pap it to the other Frisk's forehead. There! A compromise everyone's hopefully happy with.

The contract is sealed.

Pfft. They then bite Chara's lower lip.

[I... didn't get you any presents...] They didn't get anyone any presents. They had no idea.

[dustless]

"Aw, means I can't kiss them either?" They're gently teasing. The forehead pap-kiss is definitely appreciated, and they grin and blow one back in Frisk-and-Chara's direction.

"Happy...that." They do not know the word 'Gyftmas'. "'S okay. I didn't get any either. Didn't know it was present-time," they say ruefully.

[itstheend]

Frisk pretends to catch the kiss and clap it to their cheek, grinning.

[Looks like you just did!]

Dork.

[Gyftmas! It's like Christmas, but monsters made it, so it's cooler.] They scuff Chara's shoes on the floor. [Still feel bad. D'you... when's your birthday?]

Why do they want to know? No reason.

[dustless]

"Kind offfffffffffff," they say. You know what they mean!

"Gyftma--oh, oh, oh, like Gyftrot!" Poor thing, but they're not going to get into a debate about the coolness of the holiday.

Frisk's eyebrows fly up. That's remarkably unsubtle, other them. "I'll tell you 'f you tell me yours. Both of yours," they add.

[buttercup_eater]

When Frisk runs into them Chara is standing over some dirty velvet curtains, ripped down from a nearby window, minding their own business in what they thought was a remote part of the castle. They were contemplating a sewing project at first, but the moment they notice Frisk Chara jumps and takes a step back.

Crud. Frisk. They haven't really seen the other kid since the mess that was Halloween- and Frisk might notice that Chara looks considerably worse than they had during that event, they're back in their regular, stained clothes, their hair and skin are visibly grubby as well, and there's a certain puffiness to their eyes- and they're not really sure where they stand with the other kid right now.

They're about to mutter out a toneless 'Greetings' and possibly an excuse to leave, when they notice Frisk's new accessory. Enjoy watching their face go from wariness to incredulity. "Frisk?" they say.

They can't resist. They add: "...It appears that you're up to mistlechief."

[dustless]

Admittedly, Frisk was pretty upset back then. Time and the loss of the curse thing helped quell their anger and panic by quite a lot. Barnaby's okay now, after all, even if they would've preferred he hadn't got hurt at all in the first place.

They stop and stare blankly for a moment, working out who they're looking at--they've seen all the other Charas today, so yeah, this is the genie one, the first they met--

--and that joke gets them hard. Their muffled laugh sounds like a choke, but they're very clearly grinning.

"Yes! I am up to mistlechief." They swing the pole up until they're holding it above their own head. "An' mistlechief-mistletoe rules means there's gotta be a kiss. D'you want one?"

[buttercup_eater]

Despite being a choking sound it's an oddly pleasant one, at least to Chara's ears.

It's still not enough to offset the awkwardness of the situation, especially when Frisk offers a kiss and Chara's eyebrows raise to impressive heights. Are they serious? The only people that Chara can remember even wanting to kiss them were the Dreemurrs- and that was before Chara had killed anyone.

They bit their lip. "...Why?"

[dustless]

They start to swing it, left and right, left and right. Mostly to be silly, not because they think the hypnosis thing from cartoons actually works.

"'Cause that's the mistletoe rules, I said. And kisses are nice. And you kinda look like you need one," they add bluntly. They look...kind of bad.

they uh. don't have to smooch king d-bag if you don't want. he's just admiring their lifestyle

[mettaton_rex]

Mettaton's raiding a wardrobe in one of the unoccupied bedrooms when Frisk runs by. The sight gets a surprisingly genuine smile out of him - okay, his feelings about the human are ...mixed, but that's adorable.

"Someone looks festive. Is it that time of year already?" It's so hard to keep track.

lol

[dustless]

They pause for the briefest moment. Their feelings are mixed on him too...but that's certainly not going to stop Frisk, oh no.

Their face breaks out into a grin. "Looks like it. And do you know what this means?" They stick the pole into the doorway, pointing dramatically.

[mettaton_rex]

Oh, he can't not play along with this. He gasps, looking up at the pole, and presses a hand to his cheek (the drama of the gesture enhanced by the shirt he's wearing, all frills and ruffles.) "Oh my! Not... mistletoe? But then..."

He swoons into a nearby chair, kicking his legs up onto the bed. "Darling, can it be? Have you been dazzled by my regal beauty? Would you smooch a robot?"