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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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[valiantrebel]

Harry positively stinks. He's been on the battlefields for the past month, so it's all horses and mud and sweat, for the most part. (He's also 19 and a half now! And he's filling out. How about that?)

He likes those showers here, though. Where could he find one...?

[howling_laugh]

BUT WAIT. BEFORE YOUR SHOWER, HOW ABOUT A BIG SMACKEROO?

Hi Harry! Give us a kiss!

[valiantrebel]

WHAT.

WELL.

OKAY.

BLINK BLINK.

"Am I missing something, or is this simply the custom?"

[howling_laugh]

"It is the new year where I come from," Coyote says. "Therefore, everyone gets kisses. So it is the custom, but you also probably missed something."

Because this boy, not always with the bright.

[valiantrebel]

HEY NOW.

Well... okay, fair point.

"Why, if I'm in pleasant enough company, I shall have to teach it in my time."

There is a problem with probably being on the front through Epiphany, but he can hope, can't he?

[howling_laugh]

Coyote pats him on the cheek. "Then may your company be pleasant indeed."

She flicks a wave at him, and dives back into the crowd.