(Untitled)

[head_downstairs]

[In the fabled center of Camp, there's a giant banner calling for your attention.

Need help with your anger issues? Join our counseling program!

Handcuffed to it, there's also a certain grumpy counselor who isn't looking particularly thrilled about this.

and it's snowing mistletoe]

Comments

[fruitophile]

[ there is a card... in... your face. ]

[fruitophile]

-- ah, no. ♠

[ makes an upward pulling motion and a few snakes are yanked out of the ground. less than ten. ]

None of that. ♣

[nicetroll]

[ sigh!

suddenly they are all gone -- not a trace left of the snakes ]

Better?

[fruitophile]

Closer. ♦

[ a gentle tugging sensation on Hazama's chest ]

[nicetroll]

[ curious! but obeys anyway, no fight ]

[fruitophile]

[ takes Hazama's hands ]

[nicetroll]

[ nope not fighting it

o: ]

[fruitophile]

[ ♥ ]

[nicetroll]

[ my dere, you have it ]

[fruitophile]

[ ... ]

What are you making that face for? ♠

[nicetroll]

I thought of something unpleasant.

[fruitophile]

[ the sound of fingers breaking ]

I wonder why. ♦

[nicetroll]

[ unfazed ]

Something in the air, probably.

[fruitophile]

[ wraps arms around Hazama's waist ]

Snow? ♦

[nicetroll]

[ leaanning into it ]

Possibly. Wouldn't trust the stuff, really.

[fruitophile]

[ your back feels hot and wet and like things and sticking out of it. ]

You're strange. ♠