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the only thing i know for sure is what i wanna do with you

the mistletoe meme
you know what to do. whether it's magic compulsion (feat. magical attraction or not), that you're trapped until you kiss, or just tradition and social pressure, you've been caught under the mistletoe and that means you have to kiss.

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Which Celine is not.
which is why she wrestles with that question for a moment. In truth, she loves Emma. She loves Emma with all of her heart and soul, would do anything for Emma, and doesn't think she's a pain at all.
But. Saying that is really!! Embarrassing!
So much so that she'd rather avoid the question entirely.]
...Hm....!
[Hm?
She flicks her tail upwards this time, towards the plant.]
Are you familiar with this cute human tradition...?
[She's heard enough chatter about it by now to know what it is. A good distraction, that's what it is.]
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He hums at her total dodge of his question, seeming slightly amused, but her distraction is effective; he looks up, then nods. ]
Oh, yeah! They've been hanging this stuff everywhere. It's good luck to sit under it, right? Maybe I'll get lucky and Lady Ann will bring me some sushi tomorrow...!
[ no... ]
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Either way... no.... no, Morgana, no.
Celine actually giggles at that, plainly amused, and shakes her head.]
No, I don't think that's right at all.
[Hm...]
Should I show you? I was listening a little more closely, I think.
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Huh? I'm pretty sure that's what they said. I've lived here longer than you have, you know. I know what I'm talking about.
[ morgana's confidence in his totally wrong idea is somewhat impressive. Still, he turns his head towards Celine curiously, waiting for her (clearly misinformed) explanation. ]
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Watch and learn.
[That's what she says, smug and amused--though in reality, she's a little inwardly nervous despite herself. It's a silly urge to do this, a silly whim, and in truth she's not sure what she's doing, but--
It's fine.
She leans in, pressing her nose briefly to Morgana's, rubbing her face briefly against his, and then...tugs back to flick her tail at him again instead.
Tsun tsun dere. And, almost gruffly:]
Something...a bit more like that, perhaps.
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[ that's pretty much all he can sputter out after that. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Morgana remembers that she's actually right, and mistletoe had been about kissing people, and he feels slightly annoyed that he was wrong - but much more pressing than that is the fact that she'd chosen to demonstrate the tradition on him just now. What? What?! How is he supposed to interpret this?! Not even once had the mere concept of Celine doing -- treating -- whatever-ing him that way even crossed his mind!
With zero mental or emotional preparation for this, he panics. And he falls back to his most reliable defense mechanism: getting mad. Immaturely. All the fur on his tail stands up, and he shoves his front paws in her face as if he's going to somehow push what she just did back into her, because he totally can't deal with it. ]
W-w-what are you doing?! Stop it! Celine!!
[ if he wasn't covered in hair, one gets the impression he'd have turned beet red about now ]
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(Rude.)]
I was simply correct your misconceptions. [Hmph!!] So rude, reacting in that way. I could be offended.
[(She is actually relieved, because if he took it sincerely it would've been embarrassing for her.)]