[The sanctity of the mistletoe must be preserved; all must put their tasks on hold and wait for the couple to finish kissing. Seeing that it's the end of summer, the elves aren't at their busiest and wont passively aggressively try to get them to hurry up.
Aoi's chest bumps into Duster, knocking their lips closer. The sudden movement heats up something inside him, urging him to do something more with this position. He satisfies that need by parting his lips and closing them around Aoi's upper lip. It tastes cook. Like marshmallow. Imaginary cinnamon.]
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Aoi's chest bumps into Duster, knocking their lips closer. The sudden movement heats up something inside him, urging him to do something more with this position. He satisfies that need by parting his lips and closing them around Aoi's upper lip. It tastes cook. Like marshmallow. Imaginary cinnamon.]