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[herr_bookman]

Autor is stuck.

He found himself rooted to the spot a little while ago--which was quite rude of the floor, as he fell when he stopped abruptly and had to scramble back to his feet without moving them. Though he can flail his arms and speak, he can't lift his feet, nor can he take off his shoes.

All right. Stay calm, the boy thinks, already panicked. He's stuck, and zombies might come through the door. Or worse, Hannibal Lecter might find him this way and want to "chat" about something. What would Rae do?

"Um. Help?" he asks the bar at large, burying his fingers in the oversized, blue scarf he knitted for himself. "I appear to be glued to the floor."

He completely fails to notice the mistletoe above his head.

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[katyafeline]

Katya eyes the mistletoe thoughtfully, and then the boy - she's pretty sure if she kisses him properly, he'll simply fall over.

Bother.

She rolls her eyes, and moves in for the kill kiss.

Which, instead of being a soul-stealing number, is a quick peck to the tip of his nose while aiming a destructive gesture at the greenery over head. That way, the mistletoe catches on fire instead of the boy, with similar end results.

[herr_bookman]

Autor jams his eyes shut, pretty sure she's going for the lips, so he puckers them. When she kisses his nose instead, he opens his eyes, blinking at her.

The boy tests his feet, and finds that he can move them. Then he smiles, bright and boyish and blushing. "Thank you," he says, bowing his head. "I certainly owe you."

He blinks again, smelling smoke. "Is something burning?" he asks, glancing up.

[katyafeline]

"I shall remember you said that." She assures him, ruffling his hair in passing.

[herr_bookman]

Autor raises his hand in a wave. "Okay. Bye, Tiger Cub," he says, suddenly shy. He wonders what she'll do to collect on the debt, and wonders why this place conspires to have other people put their mouths on him so often.