Kit gazes above her head at the red and green decoration above her. Mistletoe. A lovely decoration that usually comes around Christmas time. Typically for couples to kiss under. A Christmas tradition.
"Poison." Kit declares, her jade eyes glittering. Her black and white cat ears twitch, showing her interest in the plant.
Matt, who had walked up behind his best friend, followed her gaze to the decoration. "Yes. It is. But that is plastic." Kit turns around to meet her friend's electric purple eyes. He smirks, "So, a different kind of poison."
Kit rolls her eyes, shoving a piece of her short, magenta hair behind her human ear, "Plastic will not kill us if we eat it."
Matt rolls his eyes, flipping his brown ponytail over his shoulder, "Well, mistletoe, based on research will only make you sick for a while." Kit narrows her jade eyes, making them look more cat-like. Matt matches her gaze, his eyes shooting sparks. Finally, the cat girl's faux serious expression breaks and she starts giggling, her tail swishing around in merriment. Matt, who had been mimicking her seriousness, breaks down as well, throwing his head back and letting out a howl of mirth. The two best friends cackle together, as their co-workers watch on in confusion.
However, one notices something.
"Oooooo, Matt and Kit are under the mistletoe." She sings-songs, for everyone to hear. Everyone else starts copying her in oohing and one even breaks out about that silly, childish song about the two of them in a tree.
Matt and Kit pause, looking up to see that indeed the two had found their way under the fake plant together. They glance at each other as people continue to make kissing jokes in the background. They are unsure what to do, but Kit comes to a fairly quick decision. One that she does not truly think through.
The cat girl stands on her tiptoes and presses a gentle kiss on Matt's cheek. It lasts for barely a second before she pulls away. Matt meets her eyes, a mix of emotions surging behind them. He, then, shrugs his shoulders. She mimics the action. A hush falls over the crowd, surprised that a kiss actually occurred. Finally, Kit breaks the blanket of silence.
"When did someone bring a cake?" Matt's eyes grow big and he turns around to stare at the food table, his mouth already salivating at the idea of a cake.
"Cake." The foodie mutters, rushing over to the table of cake, cookies, and other varieties of sweets and treats. Kit looks above her head once more at the faux plant that may or may not be poisonous, before wandering off to some of her coworkers to talk about Christmas plans.
Matt and Kit both desperately hoped the other did not notice the faint blush on their cheeks. They also gained a new appreciation for the old tradition of the mistletoe.
