ITP: Forced. Proximity. AKA Cuddling. Or something along those lines.

[reticents]

[weeellll it's been a month and some days since Christmas. guess who's lonely?

that's right.

Mr. Mistletoedid 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

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[thewrongname]

[Humming thoughtfully at the bit of greenery sticking out through the keyhole. Which. Wraps around his finger.]

O-oi.

[thewrongname]

Painted'em. [Shifting around in the closet to aim his hammer's head at the door.]

[bloodiedlotus]

... Right. [Sob they're so bright.]

[thewrongname]

Want me ta paint yours too? [HE PAINTED TEASING'S!]

[stainedlotus]

[HE DIDN'T NOTICE. He was too busy punching Tyki.]

... Hell no.

[thewrongname]

[He phased the neon blue off already anyway. :|]

Why not~? [Teasing. He won't make Kanda do it. Attempting to make a hole through the door this way.]

[stainedlotus]

I'd rather die.

[thewrongname]

Well that's a little harsh, Kanda. [Huffs and commands the hammer to extend, making a hole in the door.]

[bloodiedlotus]

Not really. [He's gonna attempt to climb out.

...only to be yanked back in. Oof.]

[thewrongname]

[Stares at the plant. Kicks it. Gets his hammer yanked out of his hands and held hostage.]

OI!

[bloodiedlotus]

[Definitely amusing.]

[thewrongname]

...Well now what, Kanda?

[stainedlotus]

Hell if I know.

[thewrongname]

Maybe we should both go for the door and see what happens.

[stainedlotus]

Other than getting stuck in the doorway?

[thewrongname]

Well you didn't think of anything.