Mpha looks startled, eyes going wide.] Wha- But, you were the one who-- [?? ????] Mephisto!
[Her fingers curl into fists of indignation, her tone accusing as she blushes. She can tell he's teasing her, but that doesn't help!! It's probably the influence of the plant itself, but her desire to kiss him is overriding any desire to just walk away from this.
She reaches for his arm, ready to pull him down if need be--damn him being so much taller than her wtf--and looks mildly distressed.] Please...
[He makes a short sweeping motion with his free arm, and as he does, Mipha will feel herself being gently lifted into the air until she's at eye level with him.]
[His grin has softened into a smile, though there's nothing particularly apologetic about it.]
Have I teased you a bit too much? Oh, however will I make it up to you...
[The desire to kiss her is practically overwhelming -- but just in case, he's leaving it to her.]
Oh! [She curls up a little in surprise, finding the sudden lack of floor a bit disorienting. But once she feels steady again, she levels a heated gaze on Mephisto, eyeing him.]
Yes, that's quite the dilemma. [However will he!] And your talent in magic never ceases to amaze. [Just an observation because what is the limit of it, she wonders? But now's not the time for discussing that right now. Mipha leans in to place her hands on his shoulders, less to pull him in and more for balancing herself as she leans in.]
But I believe I have thought of a way. [Her kiss is supposed to be something light and sweet; and indeed it certainly starts that way--just a brief press of her mouth against his--but then she's near-swooning and the kiss turns something more urgent and desperate. Thanks mistletoe.]
[Thanks mistletoe. He too was planning on something more chaste -- and maybe after trying to angle for something more. But then she's leaning in and practically claiming his mouth for her own -- and who is he to deny her?]
[And so he pulls her in close, one arm shifting under her legs to hold her up properly (and without straining himself despite being a noodleman??) while the other wraps around her back, seemingly paying no mind to their surroundings... but what else is new with Mephisto? Honestly, you'd think this was his kink or something, trying to seduce Mipha in public settings.]
Once again his strength surprises her a little, but she smiles into the kiss, arms sliding loosely around his neck so her nails can gently scratch at the back of his neck. The compulsion of the mistletoe breaks fairly quickly, and Mipha breaks the kiss not long after, breathing slightly ragged.
She blinks slowly, feeling a little like she's coming out of a dream] I...I'm not sure what came over me...
[Those nails on the back of his neck send a shiver down his spine that only leaves him wanting more when she pulls back. But he won't push for it, instead simply tilting his head forward to rest against her forehead, keeping the moment close and intimate.]
My, I wonder... have I proven to be a bad influence on you after all?
[Mipha sighs, a soft, content little noise as she rests her head against his.]
I think you know the answer to that quite well. [Don't be cheeky, Mephisto. We all know everything's your fault.]
But I think blame this time can fall to those plants. I wasn't aware one could be quite that dangerous. At least, not without eating it or touching it. [Sure Mipha, blame the innocent plant!!]
They do seem to be enchanted, don't they? [Nah he totally already knew that.]
It wouldn't be the only thing around here touched by a bit of magic. Why, I've already seen the effects of that glitter they've been... dusting everyone... ah.
[SUDDENLY AWARE THAT SHE IS COVERED IN GLITTER. Which means he is also now covered in glitter. Maybe not enchanted glitter, no, but... it's now very obvious just how close they were a second ago.]
[He has to bring a hand to his mouth to choke back a laugh.]
[His trailing off is met with confusion. ?? ?? Yes? Glitter, dusting everyone. She's following, go on-- Oh. She looks down at themselves.]
...Oh! Oh, no, this isn't from-- Well, I suppose that's not the point. [Mipha looks a grand mix of embarrassed, alarmed, and apologetic and she ineffectively brushes at his clothes in an attempt to dislodge some of the green glitter. It...it doesn't work. She looks dismayed, but damn if she's not trying.]
I, ah... I apologize. [Mipha laughs a little, sheepish] I promise to make it up to you, somehow. But, at least you can pretend it was the glitter they've been throwing around? [You know, in case he doesn't want anyone to know it came from her and all or something.]
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Mpha looks startled, eyes going wide.] Wha- But, you were the one who-- [?? ????] Mephisto!
[Her fingers curl into fists of indignation, her tone accusing as she blushes. She can tell he's teasing her, but that doesn't help!! It's probably the influence of the plant itself, but her desire to kiss him is overriding any desire to just walk away from this.
She reaches for his arm, ready to pull him down if need be--damn him being so much taller than her wtf--and looks mildly distressed.] Please...
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[He makes a short sweeping motion with his free arm, and as he does, Mipha will feel herself being gently lifted into the air until she's at eye level with him.]
[His grin has softened into a smile, though there's nothing particularly apologetic about it.]
Have I teased you a bit too much? Oh, however will I make it up to you...
[The desire to kiss her is practically overwhelming -- but just in case, he's leaving it to her.]
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Yes, that's quite the dilemma. [However will he!] And your talent in magic never ceases to amaze. [Just an observation because what is the limit of it, she wonders? But now's not the time for discussing that right now. Mipha leans in to place her hands on his shoulders, less to pull him in and more for balancing herself as she leans in.]
But I believe I have thought of a way. [Her kiss is supposed to be something light and sweet; and indeed it certainly starts that way--just a brief press of her mouth against his--but then she's near-swooning and the kiss turns something more urgent and desperate. Thanks mistletoe.]
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[And so he pulls her in close, one arm shifting under her legs to hold her up properly (and without straining himself despite being a noodleman??) while the other wraps around her back, seemingly paying no mind to their surroundings... but what else is new with Mephisto? Honestly, you'd think this was his kink or something, trying to seduce Mipha in public settings.]
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Once again his strength surprises her a little, but she smiles into the kiss, arms sliding loosely around his neck so her nails can gently scratch at the back of his neck. The compulsion of the mistletoe breaks fairly quickly, and Mipha breaks the kiss not long after, breathing slightly ragged.
She blinks slowly, feeling a little like she's coming out of a dream] I...I'm not sure what came over me...
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[Those nails on the back of his neck send a shiver down his spine that only leaves him wanting more when she pulls back. But he won't push for it, instead simply tilting his head forward to rest against her forehead, keeping the moment close and intimate.]
My, I wonder... have I proven to be a bad influence on you after all?
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I think you know the answer to that quite well. [Don't be cheeky, Mephisto. We all know everything's your fault.]
But I think blame this time can fall to those plants. I wasn't aware one could be quite that dangerous. At least, not without eating it or touching it. [Sure Mipha, blame the innocent plant!!]
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It wouldn't be the only thing around here touched by a bit of magic. Why, I've already seen the effects of that glitter they've been... dusting everyone... ah.
[SUDDENLY AWARE THAT SHE IS COVERED IN GLITTER. Which means he is also now covered in glitter. Maybe not enchanted glitter, no, but... it's now very obvious just how close they were a second ago.]
[He has to bring a hand to his mouth to choke back a laugh.]
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...Oh! Oh, no, this isn't from-- Well, I suppose that's not the point. [Mipha looks a grand mix of embarrassed, alarmed, and apologetic and she ineffectively brushes at his clothes in an attempt to dislodge some of the green glitter. It...it doesn't work. She looks dismayed, but damn if she's not trying.]
I, ah... I apologize. [Mipha laughs a little, sheepish] I promise to make it up to you, somehow. But, at least you can pretend it was the glitter they've been throwing around? [You know, in case he doesn't want anyone to know it came from her and all or something.]