[ Honestly, these silly Network Devices need to stop turning on by themselves, don't they? There's only the darkness of Riff's pocket and his voice is muffled as he speaks, apparently to someone with him. ]
Shall we check in here next, Lord Cain? The display in the glass does look promising, don't you think?
Miss Merry might--
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For the Christmas holiday, that is.
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[ooc: This works brilliantly! I'm sorry I'm so late in tagging!]
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...Lord Cain--
[ What to say? Does Cain feel this way? Because suddenly there's an image in Riff's mind of gathering his smaller master into his arms and holding him close and-- ]
((OOC: No problem! I just posted this real quick before I went out. XD ))
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Riff?
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[He paused, swallowed uncomfortably, and clasped his hands in front of him to keep them from straying. For a similar reason, he tore his eyes from Cain's face--his lips--and looked up at the little sprig of a plant that seemed to be the cause of this mischief. ]
I think the mistletoe... is cursed.
[ He's a bit too flustered to care that stating the obvious isn't gonna help. ]
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[OoC: She's out today. So, uh, open action, I guess?]
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