<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/y6uVzau.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Misaki<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Kaede<br/><hr/><br/>Misaki flushed as Kaede pulled her into a hug. That was<em>probably</em>the wrong reaction, as Kaede certainly seemed to be nothing but comforting, gently explaining and giving the sort of soothing contact that made stress slip away. And to be fair that worked, and quite well at that. That it filled her with an entirely<em>new</em>kind of stress was entirely her own fault.<br/><br/>Probably. It usually was, after all. She was the one that took holiday themed uniforms to mean strategically placed ribbons. She just couldn't help it. Nearly anything could set her off, and then all sorts of usually innocent things ended up—<br/><br/>She tittered a little nervously, dipping her head to hide her blush as the hug ended, brushing at her nose to forestall the incipient bleed. "Um, yes, of course." She cleared her throat, brushing the hair all the more over her face as she scratched the base of her neck. "Of course you're right, thank you."<br/><br/>Then again, maybe it was for the best her imagination ran away from her all the time. It kept her from embarrassing herself too much actually<em>doing</em>anything.<br/><br/>She sketched a momentary bow. "I– I should probably do the... thing." She turned on her heel, beating a hasty retreat out of the room...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mistletoe roll of 5, for Kaede. Huh. <br/></div></div><br/>...only to turn back on her heel a moment later as it hit her that she hadn't actually finished in the kitchen. "Um, sorry, but about the... uniform..."<br/><br/>She was pretty sure Kaede must have moved in the meantime, or maybe she just hadn't been that observant — it had been known to happen — but she was pretty sure the mistletoe hadn't been there last time. And while she was a little hazy on a lot of details of Christian theology,<em>mistletoe</em>she was quite familiar with.<br/><br/>"Uh, I mean..." she stuttered, wringing the hem of her dress in front of her as she pointedly looked anywhere but the mistletoe, turning red to the tips of her ears.