💋 Ya better watch out, /ya better watch out/, /YA BETTER WATCH OUT/
≪ ❛ mistletoe meme ❜ ╱ accepting. ≫
❛ Yeesh, this the best we could come up with for decorations huh. Where’d all those credits get to, not even a full tree? Hah . . . Still though, looks nice in here. ❜
The avian leans up against the doorframe of the entrance to the main room of the Great Fox. Arms are crossed loosely over his chest, and bright blue feathers seem to glow with the help of the few lights that hung here and there. However, while he was rather busy observing the decor and commenting rather sarcastically, he failed to notice a very crucial decoration, one that would explain the next actions of the vulpine before him. After his rather smug remark, he gives a warm smile to Fox before his eyes dart back to the large screen that Slippy was currently playing on. Emerald orbs then trail over to Peppy who seemed to be enjoying the time to relax rather than clean and nag about this and that. It seemed as though the bird was drinking it all in and dropping his guard of sarcastic remarks and things of the like. He almost seemed happy, warm, content with where he was, which if one knew Falco was quite a high praise to give. Finally, those bright green eyes are led back to Fox who draws closer, closer than he’d ever seen before, feathers seem to ruffle and brows seem to rise in curiosity but he doesn’t make a snappy remark, doesn’t push him away when he’s tugged down into a kiss.
All at once his head is swimming, his heart thumping and he doesn’t know where to put his hands as he leans into it and welcomes it fully. It takes him a few moments to open his eyes, and he blinks a few times, and for once he has nothing witty to say. No snide remark, no sarcastic biting quip or annoyed huff to offer. Nothing. He just stands there seemingly shocked but welcoming of it, again he looks down at Fox and he opens his mouth, there’s a sudden flicker of softness , desperation in his eyes and then all at once it’s gone and he closes his mouth. He wants to say something, wants to tell him but . . . he can’t. There’s an uncharacteristically lost look on his face for a moment before he looks up and offers a light breath through his nose, a smile tugging at his lips almost like he was thankful he didn’t have to say whatever it is he wanted to. Mistletoe. It was just the fucking mistletoe.
There’s a twinge of disappointment and something heavy that weights in his chest for a moment before it fades and he seemingly melts back to his old self. Sighing and leaning up against the doorframe again as he shakes his head and smiles.
❛ Someone’s had a little too much Papetoonian Tequila huh Foxy? ❜
Despite the grin and his rather nonchalant tone something seemed off about Falco now, like he was trying to regain his role of being the sarcastic hotshot flyboy they all knew and loved. He wonders quietly if Fox could tell the difference of when he was hiding behind that mask, or if he just thought that’s how Falco always was. Best not to dwell on it, the holidays are about celebrating not moping.
❛ Speakin of where’d you put it, think I need me a drink too. ❜
