The person above you...#2

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You are at a Christmas party and the person above you is standing next to you under the mistletoe what do you do? #2
I'd give the pretty girl a kiss what else is there to do?
Not sure if an RP thread or not. But I'll bite.
I'd eat the face of the pretty elf above me.
I would roundhouse kick the Forsaken out of the house!! Horde are not welcome in an Alliance party!

Hmm I might make an exception for the sexy blood elf...
/hug the draenie

Also Idk i mean its roleplaying but its forums rollplaying :P Wasn't sure where else to post something like this haha
*puckers up and leans in*
Run screaming.
Yessssssssssssss
Pucker up sweet cheeks
i have tusks

not sure

you at least have a jaw
*opens eyes* Ah.... a troll.....
*eats face off*
The real question would be "why am I at a Christmas party with newly recruited undead priests?"

Failing that, I'd probably pretend not to notice it.
........If only I had blood flow......curses foiled again.....oh well, martini? *holds up martini*
Oh damn it, of all the living guests I get stuck with another death knight. I'd use my undead magic to try to rot away the mistletoe so it wouldn't exist anymore.
Wretched undead, of all things.... Forsaken even! I casually turn, attempting to cause my staff to 'accidentally' smack the back of his knee and trip the undead.
/immolate

:D
Mebahiah Frostbane looks at the mistletoe.

Mebahiah Frostbane looks at the charred worgen corpse.

"...Alright, one kiss because you've actually done the Forsaken a favour by killing the worgen and burning its wretched corpse."

Mebahiah Frostbane puckers her discoloured, peeling blue lips. The yellowed, rotting teeth and bluish gums are visible beneath the left cheek, as the skin is devoid of colour.

The action would look rather odd, considering Mebahiah doesn't have any skin over the right half of her face but she would plant a swift kiss upon the rotting forehead of the other undead.

As Mebahiah kisses him, the plagued lice infesting her unkempt white hair try to crawl onto the gentleman's spiked 'do. She pulls away; there's some sort of mucus-like plaque-based film left where she kissed him that smells as terrible as her breath.

With that, she offers a swift salute, crossing her mismatched arms (left arm "normal", right arm a pale blue arm taken from a Forsaken's corpse and stitched onto her shoulder) against her chest in the typical Forsaken manner.

"...Suffer well."
Tony shudders and shakes his head as an undead, mostly faceless elf decides to occupy prime real estate beneath the mistletoe.

"Yuck." He states flatly.

"WHY THE FEL IS MOST EVERYONE IN HERE DEAD OR ON FIRE...? THIS IS THE WORST CHRISTMAS PARTY I'VE EVER...wait...are those almonds on that cheeseball?"
((TONY! Man, it's been a while. You probably don't remember me but hi.))

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