ITP: Forced. Proximity. AKA Cuddling. Or something along those lines.
[weeellll it's been a month and some days since Christmas. guess who's lonely?
that's right.
Mr. Mistletoe
did you need something from that closet? it sounds like there's someone-- or something --inside. the doorknob is rattling, and there's.. a lot of curious rustling sounds.
so. you gonna open that door? or is Mr. Mistletoe going to have to open it himself and drag you in?]
((ooc: ballroom style! opening the closet will unleash the wrath of the mistletoe that will drag you and your unsuspecting companion inside (and of course, close the door). it won't let go until after a few minutes (or whatever-- how long you want is up to you).
better hope your positions aren't too compromising, in the meantime.))
that's right.
Mr. Mistletoe
did you need something from that closet? it sounds like there's someone-- or something --inside. the doorknob is rattling, and there's.. a lot of curious rustling sounds.
so. you gonna open that door? or is Mr. Mistletoe going to have to open it himself and drag you in?]
((ooc: ballroom style! opening the closet will unleash the wrath of the mistletoe that will drag you and your unsuspecting companion inside (and of course, close the door). it won't let go until after a few minutes (or whatever-- how long you want is up to you).
better hope your positions aren't too compromising, in the meantime.))