So, the enchanted mistletoe is in place.

[contraltoflute]

[...and Descole, typically, has ended up caught under it. Since she can't step out from under it, she's resorted to just sitting down in the middle of the floor, leaning against thin air. If it works, why not? She might as well take advantage of it the best she can, she reasons. She's not exactly happy about what she suspects this is going to entail - she knows mistletoe when she sees it - so she's trying to calm herself down about the whole thing along with waiting for someone to come along to help her out.]

Comments

[realmandonpaolo]

You know that I'm desperate, don't you?

[contraltoflute]

That doesn't make it okay, dammit!

[realmandonpaolo]

Look, do you want me to get you out from under the mistletoe or not?

[contraltoflute]

I told you, I'm fine here.

[She huddles up a little bit more, resting her chin on her knees.]

[realmandonpaolo]

But what when you starve? Or need to go to the toilet? Or miss me in the night?

[contraltoflute]

I barely eat, I'm not a child and therefore perfectly capable of holding it in, and are you out of your mind?

[realmandonpaolo]

You've forgotten the desperate bit already?

Look, just stop being so stubborn and give me a kiss!

[Leans in.]

[contraltoflute]

I told you no!

[She kicks out at him, then pulls away the best she can.]

[realmandonpaolo]

[He's not getting dislodged that easily! Don pulls himself under the mistletow so now they're both stuck there! Ha!

...He might not have thought this one through entirely.]

Um...

[contraltoflute]

[Descole makes a horrified noise, burying her face in her knees.]

Fuck. I hate you.

[realmandonpaolo]

At least this gives us a chance to get closer, eh?

[contraltoflute]

I don't want to get closer to you! I got close to you before, and that was a mistake, okay?

[realmandonpaolo]

Admit it, you've been longing for some more Don Paolo lovin' since that fateful night.

[contraltoflute]

No.

Look, I'm sorry, I used you to see if I could actually even cope with sex after what Layton did to me, okay?

[realmandonpaolo]

...

...

...

[You hear that? That is the sound of Don being shattered by the only woman he thought he ever had a shot with. It's a painful, painful sound.]

[contraltoflute]

Look, I'm sorry, okay? I was drunk, you were there, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

[realmandonpaolo]

[Looks away, trying not to cry.]

It... it's o-okay...

[contraltoflute]

You... you never seriously thought you had a chance though, right? I mean... all I did was insult you when I was sober, and then I was a mess in bed.

[realmandonpaolo]

[He's not crying into his hands!]

...You weren't pretty like Claire was, I never really liked you...!

[contraltoflute]

...I'm aware that I'm not pretty, I'm missing an eye and I'm scarred all over.

[No matter what her double said, she's not likely to change her opinion on that.]

[realmandonpaolo]

[Sniffs, loudly.]

I thought you were okay...

[contraltoflute]

[She sighs a little.]

Look, now you're under here I guess we have to kiss. But it still doesn't mean anything.

[realmandonpaolo]

[Super fast tear wiping and looks back over at her grinning.]

Really? You mean we really get to kiss?

[contraltoflute]

Just once, and only because of the mistletoe. It's never happening again and it doesn't mean anything.

[realmandonpaolo]

[He's mentally happy clapping.]

of course! Just because of the mistletoe! Now... pucker up~!

[Don Paolo's lips are coming at you.]