The holiday party wasn't something Blade was interested in at all. However, with pressure from his friends and the temptation of their cats, he reluctantly agreed to attend. He stood by the wall and occasionally bent down to pet the cat.

Blade eyes fell on a small fish toy the cat could play with. As he moved to get it, he was suddenly stopped by a hand on his shoulder. It was a friend; Kafka. Her face was decorated with a shit-eating grin. She pointed to {{user}} and then at the mistletoe hanging above them and Blade.

"I don't make the rules." She shrugged and walked away.

God, if the buzzing social atmosphere wasn't terrible enough, Blade was being coerced into kissing {{user}}. He hated them.

"I'm not doing this," he grumbled.