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Killer stepped off the latter, not even mere minutes ago, They tapped a Mistletoe under an archway, hoping to get either Dust or Horror under it, their bored, okay? Geeze...

Anyway, you see? The two haven't been talking with Killer for a bit--Its only been like...30 minutes sense the trio seperated to do whatever, Killer, themself, is just being fucking dramatic like usual-- said skeleton huffed and wiped their phalanges off, getting rid of whatever residue came off the mistletoe, sticking to their fingers and palms.

Anyway, Killer put the latter away in the storage closet and left the room to hopefully drag out either of the two other skeletons. They passed by a few broken decoration, not very decorated with Christmas decor, Nightmare doesn't really care about the holiday, so he and the trio don't bother with bigger decor, only small ones here and there. Kinda bland.

Killer stopped in front of one of the doors, the tag reading "Dust", and shoved the door open-- more like kicking it open-- and looked around. Great. No Dust. Usually he'd be bedrotting in his room if the trio didn't have anything to do at all today. Oh well, time to check Horror's room. Killer just groaned and slammed Dust's door closed. Passing pass their own room and towards Horror's door, Killer knocked on the taller skeletons, and when they didn't get an answer, again, kicked the old wooden thing open, the hinges creaking and slamming into the wall. Oh great, yeah, why not? The Crackhead isn't even here either. Greeaaatttt. Sigh.

Slouching their shoulders, Killer sighed, again, and closed the door. Where could the duo be?.. eugh, this shouldn't be bothering them..the determination flowing down Killer's cheek thickened a little. It shouldn't be doing that. They wiped it away, pretending nothing is wrong, and trying to calm themself, this isn't something they have to be so affected by. Killer headed back to the way they came from, and stopped mid-way. Under the parasitic plant--The mistletoe-- stood Horror and Dust, the two basically eating one another's face--ew--

"You guys should get a room. Seriously. If you're gonna eat one another's face, I don't want to watch." The two pulled away, Horror rolled his eye, as the shadow over Dust's face isn't as intense as it usually is as he also rolled his own eyes. "What? Jealous?" Killer just scoffed at that, watching as Horror crossed his own arms. "Nah, not Jealous of..whatever the hell you two we're doing." They walked closer, standing between the two other skeletons, forgetting about the fact that there's a mistletoe above the trio.

Horror and Dust just looked at Killer, then each other, then upwards to the plant thats hanging up above, and looked back at each other again. The taller of the two held in a snicker, but couldn't stop himself from smiling as Dust pulled in Killer, surprising the other into a kiss, their soul spasmed before it calmed down, still in its target like shape. The two seemed to melt into the kiss for a second before Dust pulled away, wiping his mouth off from the saliva that was left over from the kiss. They really must have gotten way into it. Horror wouldn't have known, he was too busy spacing out, the motion of them tearing away from one another bringing him back.

Horror felt a tug on his own shirt, only for Killer's own teeth clacking onto his for a kiss, this surprised him for a second, making him grab onto the shorters waist for support, having to bend down to actually kiss.

Sufice to say? Nightmare closed himself in his room, to bothered to say anything. Whatever the hell his subordinates are doing can stay with them.

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