[Jonas is way too pure for this world, I put him in a sweater and give him hot choccy

Fukawa listens, her expression frozen in a perplexing mixture. There's fury still, and shock, but also a healthy dose of jealousy and a whole lot of curiosity. Considering how he'd already locked lips with another guy (sort of), she's stunned. How has he gotten so lucky, so fast, in so few months?!

Then again, he's not bad looking. Um.]

G-g-g...Stranger? [What is the thought she's trying to form here? Fukawa swallows back a wad of spit. Whew, how can your mouth be dry and too wet at the same time?] I s-suppose ranking just above a completely suspicious person is fine. It's the b-best I could hope for, probably.

[She sighs. Yes, that's it. Imply he insulted her. The balance is being restored. She is no longer besieged with visions of Jonas being gripped by a stranger and surrendering his lips to a world of fantasy. Totally done with that. One hundred percent.

Except, they're under mistletoe now. Together. She looks up at the vivid green leaves and quails at once.]

Th-though...th-that doesn't make this situation any less dire! It's not like we're engaged or anything! [Is engaged too far?] Or dating! Or — or...do you even like girls?

[Asking for a friend.]