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[howling_laugh]

Coyote bursts into Milliways with abandon. Her dress is sparkly. There is mistletoe tucked behind one ear. She's got a glass of champagne.

BRING IT ON, HONEYBUNCH. WHO WANTS KISSES?!



[OOC: And now I am going TO BED. I love you all!]

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[howling_laugh]

"Happy New Year," she tells him. "What's a nargle?"

[mostcharmingsmile]

"I... do you know, I can't recall."

And it really doesn't matter one bit! That was some kiss!

[howling_laugh]

"Oh, couldn't have been that important, then. Kisses on the new year are good luck, even if it was something bad," Coyote informs him.

[mostcharmingsmile]

"I like good luck."

He leans in conspiratorially.

"I am to understand many ladies tried to kiss me in my past. I don't think any of them succeeded as well as you, miss."

[howling_laugh]

"That is tragic," Coyote says. "But unsurprising. I am very good at kissing. Lots of practice," she says with relish.

[mostcharmingsmile]

Gilderoy

blushes

.

"Indeed."

Then he regains his composure. "Would you like my autograph?"

[howling_laugh]

"...sure?" Coyote hazards. "Why not?"

Did she accidentally kiss someone famous? She isn't quite sure how she feels about that.

[mostcharmingsmile]

Well, for a given value of famous.

Gilderoy beams and reaches inside his jacket for a quill and a scrap of parchment. He writes his name in slightly wobbly, yet carefully joined letters.

"Here you are." He hands it to her with a flourish.

[howling_laugh]

"Marvelous," she says, now amused at his arrogant self-assurance, if nothing else.

"I shall keep it to remember you by. Have a lovely evening!"

[mostcharmingsmile]

"And you as well, my dear."

He bows to her, his spirits high.

What a lovely evening of surprises!