☄ seventh meteor

[sapanwood]

[ There's really no reason to be wandering across the square this late at night. But it's better than going home to where it's too quiet, even with Mao and the television snapped on. And the walls are far too much like those walls—

She heads toward a shop display filled with glass bobbles painted red, green, and blue for the holidays. ]

... I wonder if Mao would want a tree.

[ooc: Backdated to an hour ago aaaand Cursed. Cheek kisses and hugs only? ;;

slow tags will be slow. ;; /hiatuss-ing... still.]

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[thebutcherbird.livejournal.com]

[loooooling to herself]

Suou-san~! Be careful out today!

[sapanwood.livejournal.com]

Why?

[thebutcherbird.livejournal.com]

There are kissers on the loose!

[sapanwood.livejournal.com]

I'm only thirteen.

[thebutcherbird.livejournal.com]

... Ah. In your world, that is too young?

[anti-buttons.livejournal.com]

[ Slinking like a creeper through the streets on his way home from work. As another post says! It was supposed to prevent this sort of thing from happening. After all, he was avoiding shops and public gathering spaces.

Unfortunately, the path to avoid a few straggles had plunged him out from an alley, right beside the shop. With some room to spare, but perhaps not enough?]

[sapanwood.livejournal.com]

[ She's distracted by all the pretty baubles reflecting off the gleam of the street lights. Too distracted to notice herself walking right into the creeper who just popped out from the alley.

It's too late for her to dig her feet into the ground, for not a second later, she's standing up on her toes and pressing a kiss against Ishida's cheek.

Blame that sprig of green that's uncurled itself from the shop's awning to dangle above their heads. ]

[anti-buttons.livejournal.com]

[ The varying virtues and vices of being a creeper. And, not quite related: his cursed inability to control the movements of others, or predict them. Especially when they've no spirit energy.

And it's too late for him to even apologize, or look at the offender, as almost in the second that she bumps into him, she's kissed him.

Uryuu blinks as she presses her mouth to his cheek, and blinks again. He then jumps a near foot back, clutching at his vibrantly red cheek with one hand, and extending the other in an AWAY gesture]

W-W-W-W-What are you-- what was what?!

[freckleddoll]

[Doll happens to be standing in front of the shop display herself, staring wistfully at all the decorations. She and her siblings never got things like this back home, and it feels a little bit pointless decorating when she's in the City all on her own.

Tiger is sitting obediently at her feet, his tail thumping against the ground.]

[straycontract.livejournal.com]

[sup Suou; famililar squirrely voice from a tree somewhere off to your left]

It might be a nice touch.