[Rukia smirks, feeling accomplished. He acts like he doesn't care, but she's pretty sure she's finally succeeded at giving him the needling he's had coming for a long, long time. It's definitely mysterious that he'd be waiting under mistletoe while vehemently declaring how much he doesn't care.]
[She turns to address him smugly, only to find that the swordsman is now hurtling straight for her. Thankfully the wall stops them from falling over on top of each other because there's a limit to these cliches, and she grips the front of his shirt in a flustered attempt to catch him. Then his mouth crashes against the left side of hers, and her eyes shoot wide open.]
[What.]
[The.]
[Hell.]
[It's an accident. His expression told her that much, when she saw him first stumble into her. But even so, this... Just... Why?!?! She plants her hand directly against his face and pushes him back, steadfastly avoiding eye contact. That didn't happen. Neither of them meant it to happen, so it didn't happen.]
You...
[What are words even? Argh!]
I...left my eggnog in the other room.
[She needs to go get that. And maybe just. Go home. On accident.]
no subject
[She turns to address him smugly, only to find that the swordsman is now hurtling straight for her. Thankfully the wall stops them from falling over on top of each other
because there's a limit to these cliches, and she grips the front of his shirt in a flustered attempt to catch him. Then his mouth crashes against the left side of hers, and her eyes shoot wide open.][What.]
[The.]
[Hell.]
[It's an accident. His expression told her that much, when she saw him first stumble into her. But even so, this... Just... Why?!?! She plants her hand directly against his face and pushes him back, steadfastly avoiding eye contact. That didn't happen. Neither of them meant it to happen, so it didn't happen.]
You...
[What are words even? Argh!]
I...left my eggnog in the other room.
[She needs to go get that. And maybe just. Go home. On accident.]