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[hi, discedo. guess who's apparently all up for holiday cheer this year? this may or may not be owe to mistletoe effects, but he doesn't seem be to a) aware or b) complaining. hell, he's even dressed up in a weird outfit that may or may not be familiar to others. all in good fun, right? judging by his demeanor, he certainly thinks so.]

Yo~! Merry Christmas, hahahaha! Or happy holidays, whatever the hell floats yer boat! Or mine, even. Mostly this jus' means it's time to get wasted-- so party at Greece's place. BYOB, etc!

[no asking involved here, nope. not that he really.. seems to care all that much.]

--Also, Santa was Turkish, y'know! An' I guess that's all I gotta say on the matter, so enjoy yer gifts.♪

(ooc: he'll be wondering around... just about everywhere, so feel free to have your character bump into him under some mistletoe if you want. also through SHEER DILIGENCE some characters received these gifts!)

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[action] no way, I have attained valuable skills now

[lastofthelegacy.livejournal.com]

[ Please, please teach him curse words. He needs them so badly right now. The litany of Japanese swear words bouncing around in his mind just isn't enough.

Sasuke swallows, barely noticeably, as he raises his head just enough to look Turkey squarely in the eyes. He is right, though, best to get it over with... Then neither of them need to speak about it ever again, yeah? Never again. There is a very brief little sigh of resignation before determination replaces it, Sasuke's hand darting outward to fist itself in Turkey's clothes. He drags him lower, the element of surprise on his side at least, in order to press his lips firmly and decisively against the other's.

... Wait, is that alcohol he smells? ]

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[osmanly.livejournal.com]

[jussssssssssst a little bit. but hey, you can blame japan for that. and so he's dragged down, the element of surprise indeed besting him for words or anything of the sort, though moments afterward he does almost laugh aloud at it all. sasuke could probably feel his lips beginning to tug upward. and, well. he's not entirely sure what to do, though gloved hands go to rest on either side of the his shoulders--

how long were they supposed to hold this, anyway?]

[action] this isn't accurate but I don't get enough chances to use this icon oihfigcb

[lastofthelegacy.livejournal.com]

[ His thoughts exactly... His logic is simple: draw it out for just a few seconds in order to ensure that it is done properly so that a repeat is rendered unnecessary. After all, he doesn't think that he can take Turkey by surprise twice in a row and somehow the lack of anticipation immediately beforehand makes it easier for him. Somehow. Not that he's in a hurry to devise a formula for how to best deal with this kind of situation.

Sasuke lingers for a few endless seconds before jerking backward again, already reaching up to touch his mouth before rubbing at it.

A shrug of one shoulder. Hint hint. ]

Off.

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[masking.livejournal.com]

[clearly, sasuke should have! but yes, turkey isn't quite thick enough to not be able to take that hint. not that his hand would have lingered otherwise but... yeah, it's now back at his side.

he follows suit, wiping his mouth with the back of a hand and drawing himself back up to his full height.]

Yer welcome.

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[lastofthelegacy.livejournal.com]

[ Color him mystified by that reaction. What... a strange encounter. Really he should've deduced that Turkey coming over at all wasn't a good idea, especially not with a condom and some sand, and especially not when he already knew that there was some damn magical weed sprouting itself all over the place. ]

You smell. [ So that makes three people he's had to kiss because of these annoying plants, bringing his lifetime total up to four. He is not about to compare them mentally. ... The ratio of men to women isn't comforting, however. ]