[The Medicine Seller =/= a fan of kissing. He's not a prude and he has nothing against all the rest of you making out to your hearts content.
But if you don't mind, he's going to sit this one out.
Or try anyway. Not much kissing trouble he can get into if he doesn't go out wandering today. Though really, he'd be outside if he could but get to the
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H-huh?
Oh? What's this? This plant-- everywhere. Where has she seen this strange plant before?]
Mr. Medicine Seller. [She doesn't even toss her gaze over at his direction, too busy with the fumbling mess in her grasp and the ceiling practically invaded by mistletoe at the moment.]
Did you do this?
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I did not.
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Hm. Well, then. This is quite a mess all the same, isn't it?
[Her expression quickly snaps from perplexed to annoyed as she moves to place the contents upon her arms somewhere safe.]
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It is.
[He's not going to take them down though.]
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