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Characters: Zinc & Anyone who wants to stop by
Date: Any day from December 5th until the 15th
Summary: There is mistletoe growing above Zinc's gate... How troublesome...
Warnings: Cuteness, zombie kisses.

She hadn't noticed the sprig of green hanging from the tree branches above the protective gate which blocked off her little home. It was just another plant, one of many, hardly worth anyone's notice in a place as lush and green as this. Zinc had been busy besides. She had been gone for months now, it seemed, at the food she'd left behind in her refrigerator was far beyond rotten.

Perhaps not inedible to the likes of her, already dead and disease ridden as it was, but she had enough human dignity and a sensitive enough sense of smell that she determined to be rid of it, and to make her home suitable for guests once more. She is eager to see all of her friends, and maybe to talk to some of these new faces which appear in the mirror. So she bustles around, full of joy just to be busy and to have something to do.

The fridge is removed by the boon of unholy zombie strength and replaced again with magic dirt. She wipes down the windows, dusts all the surfaces, and washes the floors. She even ventures just far enough outside of her house to pick some flowers.

She is satisfied the house is ready and is brave enough to open her gates to any visitors.

~~come at me bro.~~

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Zinc was already on her way out the door to see Tropius. She liked the dragon, and it liked her better than most creatures did. A running theme with all the plant based pokemon in this place. Apparently the flowers sprouting over graves had shared their appreciation for the dead.

"Hello, Kuja," she greeted, chirpy and excited. "You're here to visit?"

Tropius recognizes Zinc and moves forward to meet her, along with Kuja. Kuja doesn't mind. She's fond of the dragon and generally allows it to act as it likes.

"It seems so." Smiling, Kuja expresses her usual level of slightly wry amusement, her general attitude when dealing with those whose company she finds acceptable. "Did you solve the little problem of your sustenance?"

"I did," Zinc agreed pleasantly, rubbing noses with the dragon like a happy little girl. "And helpful people brought meat."

She lifted her head to smile at Kuja. "It smells much better."

"Excellent. I was sure there would be no difficulty. I'm pleased you followed my advice." Because obviously, it was all due to Kuja's good advice that things turned out so well.

"And I'm pleased there's no lingering stench." She watches the girl and the dragon commune for a moment or two. "Are you going to invite me in?"

She looked up with a soft expression, amused.

"You're always invited." She was a dutiful minion, and while she would not say always wanted to Kuja around, she certainly knew better than to turn her away. That seemed like a recipe for a huff.

She turned to lead the way, fully expecting to go unimpeded, but her nose bumped into the barrier instead. She had thought this was a one-time-trick played by the Queen, maybe just wanting to force zombies to kiss. She hadn't expected it to return, and she presses both hands against it, palms flat.

"But first the Queen does stupid things..." grumble grumble grumble.

"Excellent." Kuja, fortunately, liked to spend a great deal of time alone, so she was unlikely to take up too much of anyone's time. Her life had made her accustomed to solitude; the sociability the Gardens encouraged was something she ignored, for the most part. Now and again, she did have a desire for companionship, though she would not have been likely to admit it.

"Stupid things?" Kuja frowned at this, putting a hand on her hip. She'd seen Zinc's sudden halt, and she didn't like the looks of it. "What do you mean by that? What has she done now?"

"She blocks the way back..." Zinc explained. She gave the barrier a cursory sort of investigation, but she had found last time that it went and well beyond her means to climb.

"When Gavril came too."

"Blocks the way? What do you mean?" Kuja doesn't like the sound of this at all. She tries to make her own way forward, but she finds herself blocked as well, her outstretched hand brushing an invisible barrier. She frowns. She could attempt to attack the barrier with magic, but with Zinc enclosed in this small area with her, that would probably not be the wisest idea. "Ridiculous! What's the purpose of caging us in like animals?"

"To keep us close." Zinc had never really been a victim of the Queen's matchmaking games before, so it had actually been Gavril who had explained to her, and who had figured out how to make it fall again.

"It fell, after I kissed her."

She looks up at Kuja, feeling fluttery and hopeful. She knew that Kuja didn't particularly care for being touched, but maybe they could make an exception for their freedom. That was harmless, yes?

Ah yes, that closeness the Queen is so interested in. That's something Kuja generally tries to avoid, considering what she is and what she's done.

"How absurd. I won't be subject to the whims of a mad monarch."

She folds her arms over her chest.

Zinc stares at her quietly for a moment. She's not surprised by that answer at all, and it doesn't particularly hurt her feelings. The answer to the next one may, however,

"It does not... have to be for her." Zinc curled her hands together anxiously. "I would like to. Just this once."

That was probably an important qualifier to make.

Kuja doesn't answer Zinc, but asks a question of her own, instead.

"And why would you want that?"

It's too much to explain, really, and Zinc very much doubts that Kuja would be particularly pleased to hear some of it. Kuja and Barbet were very different creatures, but there similarities were such that it was a bit impossible for Zinc not to feel some affection for her pretentious opinions and demanding fussiness.

"I'm fond of you."

It was a simple enough encapsulation. She would not claim she loved Kuja, but she did care, and it would be nice to have a moment of contact.

At this, Kuja falls silent, and looks away for a moment. It's rather foolish for anyone to be fond of her, for a number of reasons. She discourages it. She is nothing but a monster, a construct, a useless, bloody creature.

At last, she laughs, and the sound has less pretense in it than usual. "Hm. Don't be ridiculous."

But she leans in, and with a gesture more affected than passionate, kisses Zinc on both cheeks, her lips barely brushing the other's skin.

The movement to follow after her is very small, and Zinc stops herself from pursuing it any further. She just smiles faintly, eyes lowered. She does not move to check if they've been released immediately, but when she turns, the barrier seems content to let them on their way.

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