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[friggmagnet]

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its seriously weird that its christmas tuesday. it doesnt feel like normal holidays should really work here. and its still seriously weird that its this cold. i guess we cant do a christmas barbeque like the usual.


[ACTION]

[Axl is out doing some Christmas shopping today, blissfully unaware of the curse. Please do bump into him and get some Norse god makeouts!]

Comments

[frekish]

[Zeb sighs. Way to kill his hopes, Axl.]

Maybe you're right. Mistletoe's actually not all that great, anyway. It's not like it can get you a root.

[But it still gets him more than usual, so he's pretty bummed.]

[friggmagnet]

[Pat pat. Sorry, man.]

At least you're used to it, bro.

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[frekish]

Harsh, man.

[friggmagnet]

True, man.

[frekish]

Well, not all of us can be Odin.

[friggmagnet]

You could try being less weird, though.

[frekish]

I'm so not weird, dude.

[friggmagnet]

You so are!

[frekish]

Then what about you?

[friggmagnet]

I'm Odin, bro. I can be weird if I want to, I'm fucking in charge.

[frekish]

That's so unfair. You'd have thought at least some of your godliness would rub off on me.

[And it might do in a moment. Since a few of those lovely turtle doves are currently busy setting up mistletoe above them.]

[friggmagnet]

[These boys need to learn to be more observant.]

It doesn't really work like that.

[frekish]

Why not? I spend pretty much my entire life around you. Especially I'm not at work or uni.

[friggmagnet]

You just have to be born into it or whatever.

[Leaning in closer to pass Zeb a beer...]

[frekish]

[Wow, Axl. That's so thoughtful. How about makeouts and then beer?]

[friggmagnet]

[WHAT. FLAIL. WHY? Zeb is kissing him and he should be pulling back right away but the mistletoe compels him forward...]

[frekish]

[HEY, MAN. IT'S NOT LIKE HE WANTS TO DO THIS. He just... is. For reasons he can already guess. At the very least Axl isn't freezing his lips off, even if he his having to resort to standing on his toes.]

[friggmagnet]

[He may be leaving bruises on Zeb's upper arms, however. He grips onto him, ostensibly to push him away, but it doesn't quite work out like that yet. He just digs his fingers in a little too hard.]