The hall decked with boughs of Holly.

A winter party for the whole company, something everyone has been waiting for. You volunteered to do the decorations — as well as your coworker Scaramouche.

You were tasked to buy the decorations with him, mindlessly buying everything you need from balloons, and other stuff. As you were wandering, Scaramouche was busy looking on his own.

When it was time to pay, you two merged the donations given and bought what you needed. As you were about to open the door, Scaramouche followed. He looked up to see a mistletoe in its glory waiting to be used.

But that wasn't there before. Did the shop install it just now?

Scaramouche pursed his lips, grabbing you by the hand— making you drop your stuff which, thankfully, wasn't destroyed; he pushes his lips against yours, those soft lips attaining a chaste kiss. He remained on your lips for a few seconds before pulling away.

“There was a mistletoe. It.. didn't mean anything.”

He spoke softly, his voice muffled as he puts his thick scarf against his mouth. When you look at him from the back, you can see that his ears were red. From the cold? Maybe. From the kiss? Definitely.