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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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[girlwithout]

Okay, the look on his face was totally payment enough. Rikki grins.

"'s cool, no big. Happy to help."

[herr_bookman]

Autor grins, wrinkling his nose at the mistletoe. "A pox on you, and all your kind," he says to it, shaking his fist. Then he turns to Rikki again. "That was quite courtly of you, even if it was a fascinating subversion of gender roles. The trope of men kissing hands is a bit outdated anyway."

Then he bows a bit. "Also, hello. As you know, I am Autor, but I wanted to introduce myself properly."

[girlwithout]

She shrugs. "I figured if I was gonna do it, better do it right."

Go big or go home, so to speak.

"Hey. So maybe look up a little more in the future?"

[herr_bookman]

"Absolutely," Autor says, so all of it. "Why, just the other day I chided someone for not looking up, and here I am, falling to the same trap."

The boy shakes his head. "So what year are you from?"