(open) hanging on in quiet desperation—

[coherer]

WHO: jonas and you
WHERE: all over stygia
WHEN: the duration of december
WHAT: event and notice board chaos
WARNINGS: smooches and anxiety, random possibility of shadow shenanigans

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[coherer]

(flat-lining....... throwing back to his last few mistletoe smooches, it's easy, even for jonas, to notice the obvious pattern.)

Well, a kiss on the lips always works, but besides that, I've only tried a kiss on the cheek and forehead. Those didn't go as well.

(in his pocket, the fingers that touched her hair press together before the whole hand condenses into a tight fist.)

I haven't given anyone's hand a shot yet. It's, like... science-y. You know, like... getting rid of all other ideas to get to the actual right idea. Just pretend I worded all of that coherently and in a smart way.

[craters]

（ it's not you jonas it's the Trauma!! ）

Like forming a hypothesis? （ she does wonder if that was intentional on his behalf, stumbling into something he knows she's good at as a way for her to regain her footing in the conversation. it's sweet, and tender, and whether or not he'd done it on purpose it's enough that warmth gathers in the pit of her stomach, offset by the burning, icy chill of the mint that she's currently working around with her tongue. ）

Well, I already tried kissing a clone of myself... that didn't work out last time, so we can scratch that one off the list. （ that's said dismissively, completely oblivious to the fact she's telling a teenage boy she tried kissing her own clone. sorry, buddy. ） So, um... hand?

（ but, rather than offer her own she does something just a little bold, reaching out to capture his, lifting it up to her lips. hers are chapped with the blustery weather, a little rougher than any normal girl would find acceptable, but the kiss she presses to the tendons standing out against the back of his hand is chaste and soft regardless.

nope, no luck. she releases him after a moment with an embarrassed little giggle, and rubs at the back of her neck — a gesture stolen from naruto and their long years of familiarity with one another. ）

Haha... guess not?