catch-all

[spaceassassin]

WHO: Keith + "friends"
WHERE: The Netherworld...? LISTEN. All over.
WHEN: December
WHAT: Event shenanigans + other
WARNINGS: Language??


( ooc: if you'd like to do something with keith ( doesn't have to be event-related! ), feel free to PM, msg/add sevenhelpings or wildcard your own! )

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[spaceassassin]

[ she’s earning keith points; highly valuable things to have. see, he greatly approves of her going on the offensive. he’s mentally cheering her on through that first scoop of snow; he’s even got a sharp, twisted grin going, look! actually, don’t look, because apparently she needs massive help in her aim. she misses by a lot and keith’s favor deflates as spectacularly at that wasted snowball.

ah, fuck.

granted, he could scoop up his own bit of snow and show this chick how it’s done, but said chick is now grabbing at him and woah, how is this his fault!! ]

Me?!

[ so now they’re both yelling, both scowling, both eye twitching; this level of synchronization is rather impressive. keith breaks their mirroring, however, to grasp at her hands instead of shaking her by her coat. he pinches, hard, at her palms, wanting to force those fingers to lose strength.

there’s a combined oooooooh off to the side. ]

Or else what!? [ HOW ORIGINAL. ] Can’t be worse than having to kiss you!!

[janescayre]

[Can't believe she already lost all the keith points she's earned? This is too difficult, going to find a different s-link to level up.

But first:]

L-let go of me! Pervert! [It's different when she's the one getting grabbed. Fukawa's twisting her wrists, wresting loose with a grunt of fury. The sprites are supremely disappointed.] You th-think I want to kiss anyone?! Least of all you?

[She steps back with a tight huff. The song is still blaring in her ears but she grits her teeth and bears it through. So obnoxious. So vulgar! So infuriatingly catchy.]

Th-this place is hell enough already without some stupid c-curse making it worse. And in case you haven't noticed, this mistletoe crap is spreading faster than well-watered bamboo. There is no escape. So j-just—

[Her hands flap in impotent fury.]

Just g-get this over with already!