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[profeseed]

*Ahhh, the end of July. The days are long and hot, and winter is but a distant memory....*

Ah, I understand your feelings, but if you try to grow on me it makes it a little hard to move....

*...except for that one certain pesky plant that still stubbornly insists on making one last stand before vanishing once again until December*

((Have one

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[painintheneck]

[ITT IT IS NIGHT TIME.

I mean. Guys. I couldn't not.]

Everything looks so festive!

[dotdotdotmunch]

It does look great.

[painintheneck]

I once held a Christmas in July gala. There was nowhere near this amount of mistletoe, though. I hate to have been outperformed.

[dotdotdotmunch]

I'm sure you can rectify that.

[painintheneck]

Thank you for your confidence.

[dotdotdotmunch]

You're welcome.

[painintheneck]

Oh, how rude of me--my name is Sophie-Anne Leclerq, Queen of Louisiana.

[she offers him a hand~]

[dotdotdotmunch]

[takes it, kissing it lightly]

Stefan Salvatore. It's my pleasure, Your... Highness?

[painintheneck]

That's fine.

So, I suppose you know what comes next?

[dotdotdotmunch]

Traditionally or literally?

[painintheneck]

[she just points to the nearest patch of mistletoe and smiles.]

[dotdotdotmunch]

[quirks an eyebrow to it]

With your permission, My Lady.

[painintheneck]

Go right ahead.

[dotdotdotmunch]

[leans in to kiss you]

[painintheneck]

[despite the horribleness of this icon, she's actually a really good kisser. also, the fangs are coming out~]

[dotdotdotmunch]

[his fangs appear as well, with blood in his eyes and black veins on his face]