the irishman chuckled, pushing a hand              over his face when the branch was               placed in his line of sight. the young              man parted his fingers, a sigh on his              lips. eventually, he dropped his hand,              staring at the other with some mix of              sweet contempt and exasperation.

 jackson was actually fairly  impressed that his plan of  action actually paid off for  once. eoin kisses him, &  softly, jackson raises a  lengthened hand to rest  on the other's shoulder,  if only for a moment or  two. the mistletoe is still  in the grasp of jackson's  free hand. he breaks off.       ♕ ------      " -- Not often does a plan of            mine turn out well, let me            just say. Rare occasion,            in all honesty. But look,            I guess I don't have to            say that now."

       ”You’re a twat,”

           he muttered, laughing quietly,            shaking his head all the while.             the blue eyed boy stood, hand            brushing the small sprig taped            to the ceiling like a curious cat.

                    “A real twat.”

 he chuckles, the tone matching  the already deep speaking voice  he possessed. standing upright,  he plucks it from its place on the  ceiling, dangling it over the other's  head like one would to tease a  shorter person, if they had one  of their belongings.      ♕ ------       " -- Oh, would you look at that?             Seems we're stuck here, hm?"

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       ”I have to admit, your sense of sparkly         fashion looks good on you, but only you         and you alone. I’m a drab person.”

                the Irishman sat down in a chair, stubbing the                 cigarette out in an ashtray. his long legs were                 bent in front of him, elbows placed on them.

                            “Did you put mistletoe on the                              ceiling?”

 remember that smile that was  present earlier on? it's still there,  hasn't gone anywhere. he's all  leaned up on the railing, elbows  bent backwards to steady himself,  though his gold-capped cane was  directly beside him.       ♕ ------      " -- Oh, dear. I was sincerely            hoping you wouldn't notice            that one small detail..."

     ’That’s great.’ He peers at the cup and gives      a soft shake of the head. ‘The best I’ve ever got      was a smiley face beside my name. Oh, wait —      there was one time that they wrote “here’s Johnny”.’

      ♕ ------       " -- At least your name doesn't            have a million and one other            spellings that people seem to            adore creating, that is, unless             I'm misinformed."

         ”Glad you’re not keen on the            third, I think I would have been           sick if I had to do that, to be           very frank with you. Christmas           just isn’t my thing.”

                  he brought himself closer, lighting                   the other’s cigarette with his own,                   leaning back to exhale a drag. 

                         ”I like holly branches                           and poinsettias.” 

 the man will lean forward on  his toes, bending a little way  to meet the other half & half.  rocking backwards, right back  onto his heels, the ones that  raise the already heightened  individual by two inches, he'll  take a slow drag, and exhale   with a dramatic flair, watching  the smoke rise into the air.      ♕ ------       " -- Ah, more on the plain old             side, I see, oh, dear. I, however             go for the sparkly side of             things, as you can observe.             Always have, always will."

      “How about I give you a light, a kiss,        and call you da’, and you take it all         down and promise not to mention the        holidays ever again? I like that deal.”

                 Eoin rocked back and forth on his heels,                  staring at all the lights with a grimace fit                  normally for reality television and brits.

 oh, would you look at that  ever so fabricated coy grin  upon the tall one's features.  though, in a moment's time,  it forms into something much  more real, a smile with teeth  showing and all. that small  mouth of his can sure stretch.       ♕ ------      " -- First two sound like lovely            ideas. Third, I'll take a pass            on. A little too horrid if I think            about it. Though, you won't            even let me leave up just one            little ornament. What a shame."

     there was a look in his eyes, behind      the smoke from his cigarette, a look      of pondering; pondering on exactly how      long it would take him to remove all the      lights and effectively burn them all down.

           ”This is why I hate the English.”

 he'll lean forward, propping himself  upright on his crooked arm, pulling  a cigarette out of the pocket of his  plaid suit jacket with his dominant  left hand.       ♕ ------      " -- Tell you what. Give me a light            & I'll take it down. But you best            let me leave the garland. Have            to leave a mark somehow, dear."

       ”What in god’s name did you do         to my flat? It looks like a fairy         light factory puked up its lungs.”

     ♕ ------       " -- There's a reason my friends               have given me the nickname                 The Master of Pizzazz."   no one calls him that. no one.