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[frekish]

[It didn't take Zeb long to work out that the mistletoe today has certain magical properties. Mostly because his attempts to flirt usually end up with him being slapped instead of being kissed. Not that he hasn't had a slap or two today, but as long as he's getting a snog out of it first he won't complain.

And so Zeb is spending his day hanging out under mistletoe, for the most part remarkably cheerful even if there do seem to be quite a few people who have caught on and are giving both Zeb and the mistletoe a wide berth.

If anyone sees him later in the day, they may notice he has a slight case of frostbite on his lips. He's actually standing off to the side of the mistletoe, more wary of where he's standing than he had been earlier if still ready to try and take advantage of it should the right person come along.]

ooc: Basically Zeb is a creeper, but if you want to avoid mistletoe you can catch him in the later part of the day. Backdated to yesterday because I was out then.

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[allthingsdarkandcold]

[Ty is pushing a cart laden with several ice sculptures and on his way to City Solutions. He may have been in the City more than a month, but it's still not second-nature to double check for curses before he heads out into the City.

Thus, he is oblivious to the mistletoe curse and when he sees Zeb, he angles his cart in the direction of one of three people he knows from home.]

[frekish]

[It doesn't even occur to Zeb to move somewhere with less mistletoe when he sees Ty approaching. He's too excited by the curse to realise that actually staying where he is isn't that great an idea. He wants to brag about how many girls he made out with already, and since he hasn't seen Axl yet, one of his brothers is the next best thing.]

Dude, you have got to put that cart down and get under some mistletoe. You have no idea how much I love this curse.

[He's about to find out, though. When Ty gets close enough Zeb feels compelled to move around the cart and greet Ty with an overenthusiastic kiss. It seems like a pretty good idea just now.]

[allthingsdarkandcold]

[It's not that Ty wants his body temperature to drop, but that whole Hod thing kicks into overdrive when he has an emotional spike, and having Zeb (what the fuck, Zeb?) suddenly grab him for a liplock results in a significant emotional spike and an equally significant temperature drop.

Okay, maybe it isn't wholly accidental. That whole Freki thing gets on Ty's nerves a bit.]

[justwonthegame]

[Today hasn't been all that bad, really. He's had an excuse to kiss a series of lovely women in the City and, yes, he had a near run in with a fellow builder and yes when he just wanted to get home and relax, he's had to spend the first part of his evening taking down mistletoe from their flat so he doesn't have to kiss his own brother-son, because, wow, no--but otherwise? Pretty good as far as curses go.

Mike just wants to relax on the couch with a beer and watch the weird multiversal television. That's all he bloody wants.]

[frekish]

[The sudden drop in temperature causes Zeb to jump back with an involuntary yelp. To begin with he looks offended. Then mortified. Because he just tried to shove his tongue down his best friend's brother's throat, and that was definitely not one of his plans for the day. On the plus side (if there can be a plus side to this), the cold prevented him using any actual tongue. That's definitely good, because his lips already feel like they're burning.

Rubbing his sore lips with his hand, Zeb finally has the good sense to edge away, putting distance between himself and the mistletoe.]

I've changed my mind. I think I hate this curse. What was that? My lips really hurt.

[He looks really upset by this. Never mind he kind of brought it on himself.]

[frekish]

[Zeb's day has not being as enjoyable as Mike's as been, but he's kissed enough attractive ladies to keep his views on this curse fairly positive. He does check the hall when he comes in for mistletoe. And the kitchen. His encounters with the Johnsons today have at least given him enough sense for that.

There doesn't seem to be any anywhere, so by the time he's grabbed a beer and flopped on the opposite side of the couch to Mike he's decided he must be safe.]

[justwonthegame]

[Mike glances over at Zeb as he sits down, and then back at the TV. And then does a double-take at Zeb.]

Are you wearing lipstick?

[It's an instinctive question. Honestly, he doesn't give a shit if Zeb suddenly decided to start wearing full drag around the flat.]

[frekish]

[Wtf, Mike? What sort of a question is that? He's been self-conscious of his lips ever since his run in with Ty, but he didn't know they looked like that.]

Why would I be wearing lipstick? Is that what it looks like?

[Not that he gives Mike much time to answer that. He covers his mouth and puts his beer down. He really doesn't want to explain this situation to Mike.]

[justwonthegame]

I never know with you. It's a curse: you don't need to start doing...weird things to improve your chances. [He makes a face at Zeb.]

Then again, it is you.

[frekish]

I'm not doing weird anything. The curse works for me just fine.

[A little too fine, really. He could do with some Johnson immunity.]

[justwonthegame]

So you're just wearing lipstick because you feel like it. [Not even a question. Just flat. Ok, whatever, Zeb. His little bro has the weirdest friend.

He pushes himself up off the couch, because he's run out of this beer and needs a new one, walking around the couch to the kitchen. While he's there, an industrious turtledove pokes its head out of the ceiling lamp above the couch and surreptitiously starts setting up more mistletoe.]

[frekish]

[Zeb remains oblivious to those doves, leaning over the back of the couch so he can yell over to Mike and protest his innocence.]

Except I'm not wearing lipstick. If I was, it would probably be a lot less painful.

[justwonthegame]

What would be less painful?

[It can't be herpes. Not in a single day, surely. Fetching a new beer and tossing the empty bottle in the bin, he walks back out to fold his arms at Zeb in the doorframe.]

[frekish]

Trust me. You don't want to ask. But lipstick is reserved for drag nights and nothing else. Same goes for mascara. And any other sort of makeup.

[He's given up on hiding his face, but he still turns to sit back properly on the couch and retrieve his beer from the table.]

[justwonthegame]

[If he didn't want to ask, he wouldn't have asked. But. You're right, he doesn't actually care. Back to the couch he goes with his beer, sitting down and looking around for the remote. Oh for--]

You've sat on the remote. [And no matter if it's far enough out for him to see it, he expects Zeb to hand it over himself, because he is not rummaging around under his butt.]

[frekish]

[Zeb would rather not have Mike's hands too near that area, either. He's had enough intimate moments with Johnsons today already. So he puts down his beer again and starts to hand over the remote... except apparently 2 out 3 of the present brothers is not enough and he is compelled to lean forward and kiss Mike, dropping the remote for the moment.]

[justwonthegame]

[Ah! Zeb face. Zeb kiss! Mike's eyes go wide and concerned all at once why is this happening.

Oh, go figure, he isn't wearing lipstick.]

[frekish]

[Once Zeb realises what he's doing he is probably as traumatised as Mike. WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING? He thought he'd checked for mistletoe. Horrified, he falls back onto the couch. Then shuffles back so he's out of Mike's way.]

That isn't what I meant to do.