recolle | december catch-all, the catchening

WHO: keito hasumi and YOU
WHERE: all over rec
WHEN: all over december
WHAT: a catchall log/event log bc again i definitely missed that tag-out time lbr
WARNINGS: idk kissing stuff. cooties.

2 OF THOSE MISTLETOE BAT PROMPTS; PRE-REC U FINALS WEEK AND DURING REC U FINALS WEEK

I. TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR MEME

[what's worse than being followed by a swarm of mariah carey plants? being trapped with them and another person inside a faulty elevator. that's right. it's 2:45 AM on finals week and keito has been stuck, huddled in the corner of an elevator stuck between library floors three and four as at least two dozen mistletoe bats sing that christmas classic.

it's long since grown tired. not only because of the song–which is overplayed already–but also because keito has approximately 0 christmas cheer. it's not his religion. what does he care? plus it's finals time?? he has more important things to do. which means, yes, he is taking advantage of the time they're waiting for rescue to continue studying. he's got one of his heavy textbooks open in his lap, not even bothering to look up from it as he talks to the person stuck with him:]

Do something about them, will you? It's getting tiresome.

II. EVERYTHING DIRTY HAPPENS IN THE STACKS

[except not really. not on keito's watch. he's used to being here alone and you're just trespassing on his turf. it's why, when a bat floats between him and whoever he's standing next to, he merely holds the book out in front of the other person.]

Kiss this, not me.

1 GARLAND TENTACLE PROMPT

I. CHARITY COAT DRIVE FOR COLD GARLANDS

[keito hasn't had the best run-ins with these grabby plants but this has been the worst by far.]

Let. Go!

[he yanks on his still-being-partially-worn coat and meets resistance as the garland yanks back on it too. just a good ol' bout of tug-o-war in the middle of the street right now. although from the redness in keito's cheeks, it looks like it might have been going on for a bit too long by now, with the garland looking like the prospective winner of a cute, navy winter's coat. keito, meanwhile, is fighting to hold onto the one sleeve he still has trapped in it. a sleeve the garland is twisting dangerously, trying to get it free. maybe give him some back-up before the plant rips off his arm.]

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[Arion pauses on his way to... wherever to... observe. That guy has either been there for a while, or very embarrassed to be wrestling with the decorations. Probably both. But he had been in that situation before and since no one else seems to be helping, it's up to a middle schooler to lend a hand! He tries to placate Keito before something tears, and he's had enough trauma from October and early November.]

H--Hey! The more you fight it, the worse it gets!

So what am I supposed to let it do?! Take my coat?!

[YEAH RIGHT!! sorry, arion, he's still fighting it.]

You need to stop and let it relax!

[He's going to physically hold Keito back and for a smole child, he's actually heavier than he looks. Still, he is a smole child.]

[The... fuck? Is going on??? With these garlands??? Whatever it is, Orion's not going to let it keep going. Hang on Keito, Orion's going to help out.

Just... forgive the way he goes about it.

He's going to get up against Keito, his back turned to him, and set one of his guns at point blank on the garland, pulling the trigger. And, just as quickly, he moves to tuck the gun back into it's hiding place under it's hoodie as he turns to Keito.]

Hey, you okay? Did you get hurt?

[He's kind of hoping it got there before it hurt Keito.]

[keito has never once in his life been near a gun. they've been a thing of fiction, really–only witnessed in movies and television, where they're painted in the glamour of media. being so close to one in person does nothing but make him scream and jerk forward, yanking his arm against the pull of the vine.

it hurts more than if he had stood still, though thankfully nothing breaks. maybe just sprained? keito doesn't know anything other than it hurts and continues to hurt even after the garland curls away, frightened off by the gun. groaning, keito looks mournfully at his sore arm and the new tears in the seams of his only winter coat. it takes him a moment to even realize someone's talking to him. his ears are still ringing.]

... Why did you have a gun?

[it's not accusatory. just... shocked. curious. the first and only thing he can think of right now.]

[Orion just freezes at the question. Excuse him while he's awkward.]

. . . . . . . . . . . .

Fuck.

[Is all he manages to say. There's not really a good answer for that, is there? And even he knows he sucks at lying, so...]

Look, you weren't supposed to see that.

[He thought he could tuck it away in time.]

I'm not kissing anything, thank you.

[She says it archly, assuming Keito hasn't actually looked to see to whom he's speaking. Or maybe he has, maybe he's just that rude; who can say? Either way, Rosalind gently but firmly pushes the book down, ignoring the shrieking little bat.]

At least you chose an intelligent text for me to romance, though. Studying hard?

[the minute he hears her voice he snaps the book back so fast he nearly throws it down the aisle. he doesn't, but it does slip from his fingers.]

P-Professor. Sorry. I'd assumed it was... [well, it doesn't really matter.] –Nevermind.

[He picks up the book, sighing and thumbing through it again in frustration.] It's more like trying to study. I'm working on drafting an essay but this library refuses to stock the books I require for proper citation. [he looks positively cross.] What university doesn't stock the works of Bak Jiwon? Can you believe it? And we call ourselves an educational establishment.

[the gall]

Sadly, not everyone has the same taste standards we do. You can request it, although frankly, god knows if anything will come in to the city right now.

[A little pause, and then, with a slight smirk:]

Who did you think I was?

december catch-all, the catchening

All puns for the garlands didn't work unfortunately im sorry

u are forgiven

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