for Kon

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It had been a nice day for Alcuin; he had spent it in the warm comfort of the rec room in the Compound, curled up on the couch reading a book about the French revolution as he sipped on tea until it grew cold. He was leaving now only to get a fresh cup, and was hardly paying attention to the others coming and going in the room

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Kon had felt like this a few times before and it had never boded well. Especially when it was on this island and things like that didn't happen. Except when they did and it was the island's fault. He didn't want it to be the island's fault. That just meant that some cruel trick was right around the corner. That trick revealed himself when he saw the young man next to him. Very up close next to him.

Oh great.

He moved left - or tried to - and tried moving right. Neither seemed to work and he sighed. "I don't suppose you know how to get out?"

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Alcuin let his eyes drift up to the mistletoe. "My intuition tells me," he said quietly, "that kissing might do the trick."

[not_the_s]

"Uhh…" No. No way. Come on. That couldn't possibly… Could it? But of course it could. It was the island and it delighted in making his life a living hell. "Are you sure?"

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"No, I'm not," said Alcuin, "though it is easy enough to find out." He looked at the man for a moment - which honestly was difficult because they were standing so close. But finally, he realized. "You're a friend of Wallace's." He actually thought he might be the friend of Wallace's, but he didn't say that.