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“Christmas, huh? Can’t say I’m too used to it...but the tradition is certainly charming, haha!” he’s doing research. “Presents...Cake...Feasts...It’s great! Hanging up decorations in celebration, too? It’s like this holiday was made for me! You know, with all the Ribbons, Tinsel, Bells and Mislt-” 

MISTLETOE!?

Cas dug his hands deep into the pockets of his uniform, it still felt strange to wear even after all these months. The closest he’d ever owned was a ill-fitting Church jacket from the Salvation Army. He’d wondered idly what his Ma would have had to pawn to afford this get-up, if somehow he’d landed himself here without her death being the catalyst. Maybe if hell had miraculously frozen over. 

Curls fell across his forehead as he braced his elbows back against the lockers he was leaning against, trying to figure out how he was going to come across as non-threatening with scabs criss-crossing his knuckles to someone who only associated his presence with Dante of all fucking people. He played with his phone, spinning it between his thumb and forefinger, brown eyes idly scanning for Lucas. 

Head ducked down, a permanent slouch, fingers curled around his backpack strap. Trying to seem small, trying to disappear. Did this kid ever not look like the ‘after’ picture of a kick me sign? Cas heaved in a sigh and tried to twitch the corners of his mouth up. 

“Yo, can I talk to you?”

[ Send ‘caress’ and a body part to see how my muse reacts to being stroked there. closed~!]   [continued from here!]

“Hahahha! You don’t need to worry about that, Uzume.” Thor’s laughter echoed into the night, a bright jovial sound that seemed to roll across the land- it was akin to ‘Thunder’, as one would expect. “These scars were here when I was summoned - they are remnants of battles long past.” He smiled, thinking back to those times. Thor continued, explaining how and why these scars persisted even when summoned as a servant, a gentle tone to his voice. 

He wasn’t at all surprised, then, when Uzume shifted her position, leaning upon his chest, a gentle sigh escaping her. Thor himself placed a hand on her back, holding her closer to him. It was a beautiful night, and only more so with Uzume by his side.  

“…These scars are all precious memories in their own right. Of battles of love, and hate…of fighting for my loved ones or the safety of the world…” That’s right. Thor wanted to be remembered as in History as a hero, so he himself had to remember all that he had been through… that aside, though, this night was also something he would remember for very different reasons. 

Highly Responsive to Bras, Story of Breastern Wonderland, Phantasmagoria of DDs, Tracts of Land Story, Titstic Square

She..she sniffs them. Holding one in her hand, she sniffs it, as if expecting it to smell bad or something. She eyed gabs suspiciously, a mild frown on her face. 

“These…I must peel them, correct…?” She spoke, quietly, as she took hold of the top and pulled it down, revealing the True Banana inside. She sniffed it again, making sure of…something, before finally, finally, taking a bite…!?

She let out a pleased ‘mmmm~!’ as she chewed, expression quickly melting into a gleeful smile. She may have been unsure of them before, but it seemed she was enjoying them now! She happily finished the rest of it, a rather satisfied expression on her face.