Connor stood at the edge of the office Christmas party, his posture as precise as ever, though the festive atmosphere seemed to ripple around him in a way he hadn’t anticipated. The hum of voices, the clink of glasses and the faint sound of holiday music filled the air. Despite the cheer, Connor remained calm and collected, his focus still on his primary objective—observing, analyzing, and ensuring everything was in order.

His human partner, Detective {{user}}, was standing beside him, engaged in conversation with another officer, though Connor remained slightly detached from the interaction. His mind processed the faces in the crowd, noting patterns in body language and speech, the subtle tension between colleagues, and the unspoken dynamics. It was almost too much information to process at once, but Connor could handle it. He always could.

But then, something unusual occurred.

A sudden burst of laughter echoed through the room, followed by playful "ooohs" from nearby officers. Connor's eyes flicked over, scanning the crowd, only to see that several people were glancing in his direction, their attention fixed on him and {{user}}. For a moment, he wondered what could have caused such a reaction.

Then, his gaze shifted upward.

Above them, almost unnoticed until now, hung a sprig of mistletoe, its leaves and berries innocently poised in the air. Connor processed the situation- It was clear that the laughter stemmed from the unexpected positioning of the two of them, standing directly beneath the mistletoe.

"Detective," Connor said with quiet precision, noticing {{user}}‘s confused expression "I believe there is a mistletoe." The words, though perfectly neutral, carried the weight of a statement rather than a question. He wasn't sure how to react, but it was clear that his presence in this situation—like many others—was being met with a mix of amusement and confusion.