Cold Lion Girl Is Cold
Characters: Sette and anyone who wants to subject themselves kissing her
Date: During the mistletoe event
Summary: Your character. A filthy, unpleasant, thieving little girl. Some mistletoe. Let's make this happen.
Warnings: None worth mentioning.
It was getting freezing out here, and Sette's thin clothing - stylish though they may be, if she did say so herself - weren't really cutting it anymore. But she wasn't the sort to accept charity. Steal from a charity, sure. But not accept it. And she actually hadn't used the magic dirt yet, such was her objection to anything that disrupts the wonders of a cash economy.
So she was busily sucking it up, rubbing her arms through her red shirt to warm them and studiously ignoring the fact that her teeth were chattering. She was too busy huddling up that she failed to notice that she had drifted under a spring of mistletoe...
Not that she would have known what that meant anyway.
Date: During the mistletoe event
Summary: Your character. A filthy, unpleasant, thieving little girl. Some mistletoe. Let's make this happen.
Warnings: None worth mentioning.
It was getting freezing out here, and Sette's thin clothing - stylish though they may be, if she did say so herself - weren't really cutting it anymore. But she wasn't the sort to accept charity. Steal from a charity, sure. But not accept it. And she actually hadn't used the magic dirt yet, such was her objection to anything that disrupts the wonders of a cash economy.
So she was busily sucking it up, rubbing her arms through her red shirt to warm them and studiously ignoring the fact that her teeth were chattering. She was too busy huddling up that she failed to notice that she had drifted under a spring of mistletoe...
Not that she would have known what that meant anyway.