ITP: Even more misteltoe

[waylaidvagrant]

[Out in the cornfields, an odd little chess-piece man man is busy removing strange weeds that have recently started appearing on his beloved cornstalks... Unfortunately, most of the plants he tosses out of the field are ending up on walkways perilously close to the center of camp. Have fun with that.]

((mingle and smooch!))

Comments

[bluetilator]

Neji.

[screwfate]

...Ilyria.

I hadn't hoped to see you here.

[bluetilator]

That is unfortunate for you.

[screwfate]

Perhaps.

[bluetilator]

[with Illyria's help you get friendly with a convenient wall]

I will make it quick.

[bluetilator]

[see icon]

[screwfate]

*why are there so many walls in my life? oof--and kissing her back*

[bluetilator]

*it's like walls appear wherever you are! Illyria's a bit rough and forceful, to say the least*

[screwfate]

*i-iyaaan?*

[bluetilator]

*consider it an experiment in attacking mouth first*

[screwfate]

*...how scientific*

[bluetilator]

*this body did used to belong to a woman of science*

*moving back enough to let you have air*

Will the weed be satisfied now?

[screwfate]

*sort of dazed and... unsure if he liked that or not*

...I would imagine so.

[bluetilator]

*stops pressing him against the wall*

What strange magic that plant must possess. All this kissing is. . . interesting.

[screwfate]

Interesting?

[bluetilator]

I do not know if I like it or not, the physical sensation, but when I kiss a person they can think only of me, as creatures thought only of me when I was feared and worshipped far and wide. Destruction is exciting, preferable, but this is interesting.