32nd Bloom

[latelybloomed]

Not this year-desu! You're not hanging them up again!

CHYPrE, get back here!

[Wherever you are, you've just watched a hardlight hologram fairy race by carrying a massive pile of mistletoe being chased by a redhead. It's obvious what the situation was - trying to hang up mistletoe being stopped by someone not wanting to see a repeat of last year's smooch assault on said redhead.]

You know how dangerous mistletoe is?

It's not dangerous!

When it comes to love lives, it is-desu! One wrong spot and Eri and Sora might try to kill someone because of you!

CHYPrE, get back here now! It won't happen!

[Care to stop the two in their troubles?]

Comments

[aesopwarped]

Ugh... hey Pipsqueak. Just hand em over here..

[Gives the holo-fairy a flat look and motions to the mistletoe.]

Last thing that needs to happen is if you fly into someone's face with that crap.

[latelybloomed]

[CHYPrE looks a little nervous, but she agrees to, handing over the mistletoe to Mad.]

...You're not going to try anything with them-desu?

[aesopwarped]

Like what? Fire them out of a cannon in the Mess Hall?

[Nevermind that there wasn't one that would be able to fire the damn things without making them catch fire... or even be dragged into the mess hall without some sort of power loader.]

I'll probably just toss them out or something.

[Mad's just shaking her head and rolling her eyes.]

And you're supposed to be the older sister here? Gimme a break...

[latelybloomed]

Hey, give me a break, Mad! I'm still not used to this! [Like she would, but it didn't hurt to try.]

...couldn't you lighten up a bit? It's the holidays, even if we're stuck here fighting aliens and what not.

[aesopwarped]

Ergh... you try lightening up when you've got math kicking your ass and about three dozen bugs to work out of machinery...

[Mad would be massaging her head if her hands were not otherwise occupied. She's grumbling in annoyance as she turned to leave.]

... Hey... you know any good mail services to Fuso?

[latelybloomed]

I think so. How come...?

[aesopwarped]

....

[Mad's gonna look away here.]

The Professor said she'd be willing to give me some help...

[Doesn't Mad mean Grandma?... Either way Hana can't see the look on Mad's face as she starts to walk off..]

Besides... I'm pretty sure Himura would like some written proof she didn't turn me into paste.

[latelybloomed]

...Mad...

[There's a small smile on her face. Maybe there's some sort of hope for her after all.]