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[ yosuke's at one end of the food table, tugging in mild discomfort at the tie around his neck. he was tempted to take it off entirely, but a certain someone had made him promise to wear it (along with the rest of the incredibly crisp but admittedly sharp black suit he was currently donning) if he was going to attend the upscale party. he had to admit -- the food was so good it was almost worth feeling like he was locked in a permanent choke-hold by the length of golden fabric. he's reaching for a sixth dainty (some kind of... chocolate fudge thing? maybe?) when he notices the red ribbon that has suddenly appeared around his wrist. what? when did that get there?

looks like you've been mistletoe'd, yosuke! not that he has any idea what that means yet. now, who's got the other end of that ribbon...? ]