♕ |[55]| two blushing pilgrims ready stand

[had_not_lived]

[Even if he had noticed today's curse-- which he hasn't, not yet-- Neil would still be out and about, because really it isn't so bad to have a little Christmas cheer and a peck on the cheek is hardly the end of the world. But Neil hasn't been a victim yet, as he leaves his building and heads for the bookstore, and he's too preoccupied and sulky to notice much of what's going on around him.

Neil's not looking particularly festive, because black and blue aren't Christmas colors. He's got some visible, impressive bruises on his face and collarbone, and the fact that he's walking a bit gingerly suggests he's not much better from the neck down. There's an as-yet unnoticed spot of blood (else he'd have taken care of it) on the collar of his jacket. He's not badly hurt enough to beg off work, though, so he's bravely soldiering onward.]




[ooc; feel free to run into Neil just about anywhere- on his way to work, at the bookstore, his way home tonight. i am easy. also, he got trampled yesterday~ so be gentle ;3]

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[had_not_lived]

[Neil's a little uncomfortable with this kind of thing, though all things considered he is not nearly as uptight as he once would have been. He covers his embarrassment by looking up and pulling down the bit of foliage.]

This happened last year, too.

[Siigh. He puts the mistletoe on the counter. Though it'll grow back anyway.]

[chosered.livejournal.com]

[Kenny manages an impish sort of smile]

So this happens a lot around here?

[had_not_lived]

It's Christmas. I guess.

[The one upside to being mottled with bruises, it makes it hard to really blush.]

[chosered.livejournal.com]

[And a laugh.]

Thank you for the kiss, Neil.

[had_not_lived]

It's nothing.

[He smiles a little, still a bit flustered but also amused, and looks back down at Kenny's books.]

You should keep an eye out, though, that stuff's probably growing everywhere.

[chosered.livejournal.com]

[Kenny pays and bundles his books up to himself]

There are worse fates than kissing people you see on the street.

[had_not_lived]

Like getting beaten up by mythical creatures?

[chosered.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[had_not_lived]

Once is more than enough for me.

[Now he grins, without even wincing. That is a triumph in and of itself.]

So, are you ready for Christmas?

[chosered.livejournal.com]

I'm just getting last minute gifts.

[had_not_lived]

Books are always a good gift.

[That might be a sales pitch, coming from anyone else.]

[chosered.livejournal.com]

That's why I spend all my money, here, Neil.

[had_not_lived]

I can't complain about that.