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[formidable]

Let's celebrate. Just a catchall for self-indulgent holiday-themed stuff.➤ Happy holidays! ➢ "Obligatory Christmas Music".

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[crafting]

[ Guess what En's doing today— or, well, guess what En's been doing for the past 30 minutes under this cursed mistletoe, stuck there and forced to wait thanks to some unknown power that he can't pinpoint or break free from.

He's gone through all the stages of frustration, flown past aggravation, and finally settled into resignation. Sitting on the ground with his knees drawn up, he grumbles at nothing and no one in particular.

Whoever put magic mistletoe on the awning of the entrance leading into the Midnight Grind is going to get a very angry letter from En later!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

[pragnanz]

[ Here's a really contrived prompt, because I said so: for the first time in a long time, Claude's the one that's injured on the holidays. It's usually the case that Gus is the one caught up in some freak kidnapping scheme during the tenuous end-of-the-year truce— ones that he slips away from by virtue of good luck and herculean pluck. It's Gus that usually sneaks into Claude's apartment in the dead of night, bruised and battered and laughing as he piles himself into his half-brother's bedroom, tracking mud onto clean sheets and putting his palms together in apology while dutiful hands bandage open wounds.

Not this time. Claude's the one who's in the Midnight Grind tonight, bleeding from a shallow cut that extends from his elbow down to his wrist. He feels somewhat badly that he's using the place as a way to hide from his pursuers until he can patch himself up, but. It's that or possibly getting murdered, so he'll take the lesser of two evils.

Coincidentally, he's also sitting in a chair right under the mistletoe, so there's that going for him. He hasn't realized yet, of course— he's too busy making sure he doesn't bleed all over the furniture.

Kiss or heal???? Maybe both???? Maybe neither. Let him die. ]