thoughtformed | (no subject)

Because we're on a piece of land that's floating around.

Would you rather be kissed by random people?

Or would you rather be the kisser and not the kisse...?

And you're a meat sack filled with liquids.

I'd rather not kiss anyone and stay on a roof where there aren't any plants above my head.

Actually it's a lot more complicated than that. I could loan you a book on biology if you want.

If, big if, the island does have a consciousness and wants to have you be kissed or have you kiss someone...well, it'll happen, even if there's seemingly nothing above your head.

I think I'll pass on the biology lesson.

It's a magic island, dearie. There could be a spirit controlling the entire thing. You can't assume it doesn't think. Just 'if.' No big if. ...You seem so sure it can't be avoided.

There could be a spirit controlling the island, but I haven't seen any proof that the island can think for itself.

Nine times out of ten, it can't. Usually, anyway.

The spirit is the island. Therefore, the island would think.

I'll have to be that ten percent every time.

Then I hope it doesn't think to do anything else this weird.

What makes you think you'll be able to pull that off?

If I'm told correctly, it's done this every year. It'll do it again. It will do something weirder too.

I understand magic islands, unlike most.

Every year? [She lets out a small groan.] I'll take my own advice and take a few days off from work.

Uh-huh.

A wise choice. Wouldn't want to go kissing your old book people.

Are you really doubting me on this one?

Old book people? Do you really think I just hang around 'old book people'?

Maybe...

Yes.

You sure?

I don't. I hang around...other people, when I can.

I am. I'm positively sure I am possibly, maybe, doubting you.

You need to get out more.

I'm insulted.

I keep hearing that.

[Chuckles.] Hey, remember I said maybe. It could go either way.

So do it.

I'm still insulted.

With the recent sightings of mistletoe? I'll stay in for a little while longer.

I'm sorry, anyway I can make it up to you?

I mean after.

Hmm, I don't know. Maybe doubting me is a huge offense.

Ahhh.

Ohh, is it? Maybe some hot cocoa might be a step in the right direction?

It might be. Doubt is disbelief, after all. Could be very offensive. You're lucky I'm so nice. Are you bribing me with chocolate?

Yes, I'm very lucky to know you have such a kind and caring heart.

No, I was merely offering since I plan on making some. I usually add something else to it, like a stick of cinnamon or bits of peppermint. Though I think this time I might try some pieces of white chocolate to see how that might come out.

You really are.

The cinnamon is my favorite.

Mmhmm, I'm thankful everyday that you're a nice, kind and caring young man.

Well, I'm heading back to my apartment right now if you're interested.

And there may or may be cookies.

And possible cookies?
This is a bribe. Why are you bribing me?

Me? Bribing? No.

I'm telling you about it because I need to grab a tin of hot cocoa from the grocery store. Along with toothpaste and two more items.

If anything I'm telling you a part of my grocery list.