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Room 313, Saturday morning

Jaina woke up with powdered sugar all over her and a sudden wish for amnesia. ...A gremlin killing spree would probably be frowned upon, right?

She finally made herself get out of bed, take a really really hot shower to get rid of the powdered sugar and to try to feel clean after singing inappropriately dirty songs to inappropriate people, frowned at the plant that seemed to be hanging from her doorways, and debated just getting back into bed.

And ow her chest hurt.

[Door closed, post open, though I'm afk for a lot of the day so yay SP!]

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"I'm trying to work here," the mistletoe replied, a little too loudly. "You fail at kissing."

Jaina was looking down the hall as if hoping the noise wasn't bringing anyone else by to look.

John raised an eyebrow at the plant. "Look, we had a rough night." No, he didn't know why he was arguing with a plant.

"We had a rough night?" Jaina asked.

The plant started singing a song that sounded a lot like "Fail fail faiiiiiiiiiiil..."

"Fine, she," he clarified with an eyeroll. "Happy?" He didn't think his night had been all sunshine and rainbows once he lost track of the singing French-Canadian.

Jaina opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off by the mistletoe saying, "No. Make out, it's what I'm here for, idiots."

Hands up in surrender, John shook his head. "This is all you."

"Yes, because kissing me's so hard," she said, leaning up to kiss him hello and get the damn plant to shut up.

With her post-gremlin bite, John was not about to make the first move, but he had no problem leaning down to make a kiss easier. "It's complicated," he explained.

She kissed him lightly, then tried to usher him inside so as to get away from the mistletoe. "Complicated?"

He was ushered, carrying his bag of food. "Mere minutes ago there were threats on my person. Call me cautious."

She closed the door on the muffled "Was that so difficult!" and said, "Threats are sort of what I do."

"So long as they remain empty I'm good," John smiled.

"Well, you did bring tea," she said, mock grudgingly. And sipped her tea just in case he felt like being smart and taking it away.

"And croissants," he added. "Just in case you were still feeling French."

"At least my accent was good," Jaina said, taking a seat on the bed and leaving him room. "I don't mind this part of the post-biting. With more sympathy, less mocking."

Hypocriiiiiiiite.

"Uh huh. I bet you don't," John said, taking a seat and tossing the bag between them. "I also figure I'm going to get some serious mileage out of those song lyrics."

"My threats don't need to stay empty."

"And I'll be waiting for you, what was it? Here inside my heart?" He was going to earn those threats.

Sipping her tea, she thwapped his shoulder, maybe a little harder than strictly necessary.

John laughed, ducking his head and trying to move out of range of more hitting. "What? Regretting singing the song about the girl who let her boyfriend drown in icy water to me?"

Jaina frowned, so woefully lost on pop culture. "What?"

"We need to keep watching movies," John decided. "Except for the part where I'd probably gouge out my eyes an hour into that one."

"Like it takes us an hour to move on from the movie," she pointed out.

"It's been a while since we've tried," he reminded her, and wow was that an unhappy memory.

"Maybe something to plan on, then," she said. She'd repressed. Of course.

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