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[kissunderme]

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[theoldgirl]

[What is she doing here. Wat.]

[a_bit_cracked]

[Have a curious look from Lolita, TARDIS; from you to the mistletoe, and back again.]

[theoldgirl]

[follows her gaze and looks mildly surprised] Oh. I hadn't seen that.

[a_bit_cracked]

Viscus album. What is that doing there? [And with a ribbon on, too. Very odd.]

[theoldgirl]

It is part of a human custom relating to Christmas. [And a silly custom it is. But what tradition isn't?]

[a_bit_cracked]

[Oh, so it is. And a quick search through her databanks comes up with the goods.] Kissing, isn't it? 'Any two people who meet under a hanging of mistletoe are obliged to kiss.'

[theoldgirl]

Indeed. Though what purpose it may serve, I do not understand.

[a_bit_cracked]

[She laughs a little at that.] Such superstitions and traditions rarely serve any purpose at all, I find. Though this seems more arbitrary than most. [She reaches up to examine the mistletoe, rubbing one of the leaves between her fingers.]

[theoldgirl]

[She watches her sister with mild interest.] They probably consider it fun, if they have no other reason to maintain the tradition.

[a_bit_cracked]

Then perhaps we ought to honour the tradition. [She shrugs, with another one of those funny little laughs.] I've never kissed anyone before; it might be a worthwhile experiment.

[theoldgirl]

[The TARDIS looks a little surprised at the suggestion, but considers it.] Do you think so? I suppose many of the things humans consider fun are fairly enjoyable when done in a body.

[a_bit_cracked]

Otherwise they wouldn't do them, yes.

[theoldgirl]

So... shall we try?

[a_bit_cracked]

I think we should, yes.

[... So, where does one begin with this whole kissing thing? The TARDIS's physical form is quite a bit shorter than Lolita's, and she brings a hand to cup her cheek, curiously letting her thumb skate across her cheekbone, her lower lip. Even now, in her mind, she doesn't connect this body she wears with 'self,' nor her sister's. It's like an outfit. So Lolita tries to change that perception for a moment, before- somewhat awkwardly- leaning in to press her lips against the TARDIS's.]

[theoldgirl]

[The TARDIS, too, makes an effort of focusing on the experience and pushing aside her preconceptions about human behavior. For a moment, she is passive, simply analyzing the feeling of Lolita's skin and lips on hers. Then she decides to complete the experience and returns the pressure against the other ship's lips.]

[a_bit_cracked]

[She enjoys the softness of her sister's skin, the faint scent of it. She enjoys being close to her, as is only natural. But the kiss itself seems... strangely static. What pleasure is there to be gained from the mere press of lips against lips? She pulls back after a moment, brow furrowed.]

Perhaps we're missing something.