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[In all honestly, Isaak is neither making an attempt to avoid this nor putting on any pretenses about it. He isn't actively seeking people out, either, but only because one really doesn't need to. As a matter of principle Isaak doesn't shy away from physical contact, and even if he's not the most festive fellow this is a bit of fun in which he doesn't mind indulging.

So, all morning and through most of the afternoon you'll find him about the City, wandering in and out of shops, pausing perhaps more than once for a coffee.

This evening, he will as ever be in the Wolf's Den-- where the mistletoe problem is as bad as anywhere else, and he will be making no efforts to combat it.]

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[He's aware that there's a mistletoe curse underway -- of course he is, since he'd already been victim to it once today -- but that doesn't mean he can avoid all of his work, and that necessitates venturing out into the City where mistletoe runs rampant. It's just an errand, but even an errand can become dangerous when mistletoe's involved. Which is why when he spots Isaak in the shop they're both in, he pauses for a moment, looking around suspiciously, checking for rogue mistletoe. And of course, of course, there's some right over his own head. Wonderful. Maybe Isaak won't notice it; it's not that he objects to the actual act of kissing so much as the fact that they're in public. Still, he offers a greeting.]

Afternoon.

Edited 2013-12-17 21:11 (UTC)

[When curses are to blame, it has very little to do with noticing. That said, Isaak notices; he's been keeping an eye out, because honestly he likes to cause a bit of trouble.

So he strolls over, nodding a greeting, not yet near enough to be in the plant's thrall but closing the distance.]

I hope the day is treating you well.

It's been... interesting, in a variety of ways. Have you been enjoying it?

[Somehow, he gets the sense that Isaak's the type of person to enjoy a curse like this a lot more than he himself is. It's just in Isaak's nature. Maybe that's why he looks so suspicious of Isaak's slow stroll in his direction.]

I've had worse, I must say.

[He stops when the distance between them, really, is negligible. Feeling the pull yet, Meyer?]

[Apparently he is feeling the pull; he's about to say something in response, but instead, he's closing the remaining tiny gap between them and grabbing Isaak by the lapels, tugging him down to kiss him aggressively.]

[That's less unexpected this time around, but certainly not unwelcome. Isaak leans into the kiss eagerly, nipping at the shorter man's lip because he can, not because he has to.]

Edited (ICONS WHY) 2013-12-18 02:52 (UTC)

[He could easily blame this whole kissing thing on the curse -- and to be fair, the whole kissing in public thing is definitely down to the curse -- but he probably can't blame the fact that he responds to the kiss just as eagerly, drawing it out for as long as he can before breaking away, just on the curse. There's something far more intentional about that.]

Edited (I should finish my tags before I submit them) 2013-12-18 02:55 (UTC)

[What good is a curse if you can't take advantage of it?

Being the man he is, Isaak feels no shame in drawing it out, and honestly, he's putting in rather more effort than he has with most of the strangers and acquaintances he's bumped into today. This is entirely because he's enough of a sadist that he'd like to see if he can make Meyer blush. The more uncomfortable the better.

So, he darts back in as Meyer starts to pull away. You're not getting off so easily, young man.]

[Oh, yes, he can certainly make him blush. While he wouldn't be blushing if they were in private, doing this in front of an audience -- or at least an imagined audience, he has no idea how many people are watching them, and he doesn't want to know -- is enough to make the color rise to his cheeks. That doesn't mean that he doesn't commit himself to the kiss fully, either, though, that same aggression still very much present in his movements. Might as well make it a good kiss, if it's going to be an unfortunately timed one.]

[There is a certain pure pleasure in making people uncomfortable. Especially in a way that is itself inherently enjoyable.

Unfortunately-- or perhaps fortunately-- there's not much further he can take this, given their present surroundings, so at length Isaak pulls back, looking more than a little smug.]

[For a long moment, there's no possible response, and then he seems to remember that he really should say something, at least for the sake of making himself slightly less uncomfortable, if nothing else.]

I guess I should've expected that.

Which part?

[Isaak is, as usual, perfectly collected. He's a jerk like that.]

The mistletoe. And the running into you.

As I understand it the curse is traditional, in season. As for running into me... [There's the edge of that smug smile of his.] That is a matter of luck.

Luck. Is that what we're calling it now?

You're welcome to disagree.

I'm relatively certain you're aware that I don't, necessarily, disagree.

I am. But I thought it polite to offer you an out.

Always so considerate. I can appreciate that.

I do make an effort. [He doesn't grin now, but the laugh shows in his eyes. With you, Meyer, not at you. That ought to be some consolation.] I trust you aren't letting the curse get in the way of your plans?

No, of course not. It's a minor inconvenience, that's all. You obviously aren't, either.

If I'm honest, I find it rather amusing.

[To his credit (perhaps) Chase does try to keep his time in the city to what's unavoidable on days like these. He's as careful as it's possible to be, knowing that it's only possible to a certain degree.

But by the end of a day's work he's tired and that guard's dropped more than a little. Though most of the shyest shoppers are out of the streets by now, it's all too easy to bump into someone.]

[Bumping can be quite a literal thing. Isaak is perhaps closer to the wall than he ought to be, rounding that corner, but really you'd have to be quite tired not to notice him in time.

Or just very unlucky.

Or lucky, depending on your perspective.]

[It is a corner, nobody can see round those. And Chase has his head down, or he does until the bump has him turning his ankle and knocking against the wall, reaching out to catch himself on the lapels of a jacket conveniently hanging off the man in front of him.]

Ah-what the hell...

[Oh and then he looks up.]

[Isaak arches an eyebrow, but doesn't miss a beat. He steadies Chase with a hand on his shoulder just as the doctor catches his coat, and lifts his chin with the other hand.]

Really, we ought to stop meeting like this.

[For all that there's a joke in his tone, he still bends to catch Chase's lips with his own. Mistletoe, you know.]

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[....Isaak you smooth motherfucker. Chase has just enough time to think that he should be taking tips on this before he's pushing up onto the balls of his feet, kissing back. If he's going to be kissed by another man, the least he can do is not take it passively.

(And who knows if that's the more masculine route. It's been too long and the city's too weird for Chase to be freaked out enough to worry about it).

He gets kissed? He kisses back.]

[Isaak would find that conflation of activity and passivity with masculinity rather troubling. Kissing back, perhaps, is not the most heterosexual choice Chase could make under the circumstances, but then, he's disinclined to bother himself about the particulars of others' sexual identities.

Certainly, it doesn't prevent him from enjoying his circumstances. He worries teasingly at the other man's lip.]

[Chekov, in all honesty, doesn't care for this curse, and not just because it resulted in his captain sticking his tongue in his mouth. It's not that he dislikes kissing, but he would really like to have some say in who he kisses. Even though the day has been relatively pleasant (there are worse things than kissing Lydia when their paths crossed in the lab, and Kirk does live up to his reputation insofar as kissing is concerned, which disturbs Pavel slightly), he's keeping his eyes open on his way home. There are just some people he doesn't want to kiss.

One of those people is just ahead of him on the sidewalk and heading his way.

Hopefully Isaak won't take offense.]

[Isaak is a difficult man to offend, really; and certainly he's not bothered by the idea that some people would prefer not to kiss him. There are quite a few people, men and women alike, that he would prefer not to kiss; and even if he doesn't much mind, he can understand a certain amount of reluctance.

Spotting Chekov, Isaak pauses in his tracks. Really, they're like family. It's unnecessary, and not terribly appealing.]

[He'll do Isaak one better. After a quick wave and an apologetic smile, Chekov promptly takes off in the opposite direction. Good bye, surrogate uncle! It's better this way.]

[Isaak returns the wave with a nod of acknowledgement. Definitely better avoided. Another time, Pasha. A less romantic time.]

[ she's behind him in line to get coffee, impatient and desperately requiring a cup since the mistletoe that blossomed in her kitchen this morning prevented her from laying claim to the contents of the coffee pot. times like this, she misses the efficiency of replicators. ]

[Is a kiss such a terrible price to pay for a cup of coffee, Kathryn?

Someone steps away from the counter and the line shuffles forward, one person at a time, slow and largely impatient. It's a half-step that lands Isaak directly below a fresh sprig of greenery.

He turns to face the woman behind him, and says pleasantly,]

Good morning.

[ yes 8| ]

Morning.

[ not exactly clipped, but not exactly friendly either. she's wielding her captain's tone, all business until she's able to duck out of sight and stay out of this curse's way for the rest of the day. ]

[If only it were so easy to avoid a curse. Isaak finds it easier to accept the necessities and get on with his life.

Pleasantries dispensed with, he leans in. Don't take it personally, Captain.]

[ she won't take your actions personally, but she will take the city's. and although her first instinct is to lean back and away from the inevitable, the curse grabs hold of her as well and she's instead leaning in to meet this stranger halfway. ]

[He is, at least, rather more gentle with her than he has been with some of his other chance meetings; a soft brush of his lips on hers, which he is neither compelled nor inclined to deepen (though, for whichever reason, he also does not pull away, if she's so compelled.]

[ for as long as the plant's spell has ahold of her, she doesn't pull away, but as soon as the enchantment is broken, she's lurching back, putting a decent span of distance between herself and the stranger she just locked lips with. ]

[Shy, are we? Isaak is as ever a difficult man to offend.]

I'd apologise, were I the one responsible, [he says, rolling his eyes briefly at the offending plant dangling from the ceiling. Tricky stuff, that.]

[ shy? most definitely not shy. kathryn janeway cares not about what anyone thinks about her. irritated is more like it. this complete loss of free will and self-control does not sit well. at all. ]

No need. There's obviously a curse at work here.

Obviously.

[Tch, should he be insulted? (He's not.) He's not such a bad fellow to kiss. Maybe he raises an eyebrow ever so slightly, still amused.]

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