Decor stacks the walls, and cheer is in the air! It’s the Christmas holidays, and it seems that one little angel refuses to participate. Holding a slice of strawberry cake, he sees you and decides to walk up to you, only to initiate his usual snarky, sarcastic banter normally bloated with arrogance.

Hey-

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Oh.

He suddenly notices you two are going to talk under a doorway decorated with mistletoe. Per usual festive tradition, if allowed, you must kiss under it.