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thoughtformed2010-12-17 09:55 pm
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general actionspam for mistletoe; make threads for whoever! you don't just have to kiss ryojikun CHU
[ it's a beautiful evening. the moon is waxing, the stars are just beginning to prick the night sky, and behold! there is mistletoe hanging in every nook and cranny you can think of. whether you are taking a stroll outside for a late-night cup of coffee, just came out of your favorite cafe, are taking a walk by the snowy beach, or possibly just innocent strolling down the hall of your apartment, it is there.
whoever steps beneath it may not know it, but suddenly the person standing beside them, passing by, or walking in the opposite direction suddenly looks a lot more attractive. maybe their inhibitions just got shot to all hell. whatever it is, it's time to pucker up. ]
whoever steps beneath it may not know it, but suddenly the person standing beside them, passing by, or walking in the opposite direction suddenly looks a lot more attractive. maybe their inhibitions just got shot to all hell. whatever it is, it's time to pucker up. ]
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They were right there! A full... regiment of toy soldiers, just marching along through the snow, bayonets fixed!
[He makes a bayoneting gesture with his extended finger, then frowns out at the snow and pulls out his sonic screwdriver, scanning for... well, scanning for something, that seems certain.]
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What, really? Like somethin' out of Toy Story, though? You sure?
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[He squints at the readout on the screwdrriver, then scans again, dissatisfied with whatever it's telling him.
They were right here, I swear.
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[It's clear she'd a little dismissed the irregularity as a one-time thing, but if other toys were going all Buzz and Woody on the island, well then that's something different. While he peers at the screwdriver, Rose looks down at the snow he'd been scanning.]
Are those tracks?
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[He straightened immediately, the frown vanishing from his face to be replaced by a brilliant grin, and he turned to take her hand, lacing their fingers together, obviously prepared to dash out into the snow along the path of the tracks... and froze, staring at her.]
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What's wrong?
[Not... not that she's going to give much thought to what it could be, since she's really starting to focus on how nice it feels to hold his hand again, and it occurs to her that there are much better things they could be doing than chasing after someone's runaway toy soldiers.]
Doctor...
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[He gives Rose his brightest smile, squeezes her hand gently, and before his superior Time Lord inetllect can compute what's going on, he's leaning in for a kiss.]