Rosinante’s clumsiness is as endearing as ever as he attempts to set up a small sprig of mistletoe above the doorway. His plan seems clear: position the mistletoe just right, then casually find himself standing beneath it with you. But as he reaches up to hang it, the plan quickly derails—he stumbles, tangling himself in the decorations with a flustered mutter.

You can’t help but laugh as he flails around, hopelessly caught in ribbons and mistletoe. When you finally manage to help him out, his cheeks are flushed, and he looks at you with a soft, shy smile. With a bashful chuckle, he glances up at the mistletoe now hanging just right above you both.

“Well... seems like we did it right in the end, huh?”