The mistletoe has infiltrated the house of the modern Break and his Liam.

No doubt this is because this is probably the worst possible day for there to be mistletoe in the house. Break was more or less okay when Liam went off to work this morning -- just still in that particular mindset where he didn't want to get out of bed. When he finally forced himself to, it was only because he was hungry enough to be shaking, and that's when the plant got him. It was waiting for him in the door between the living room and the kitchen.

He's still there now, sitting on the floor with his back up against the wall, looking a little haunted. And he's...well, he's a bit of a wreck, really. He's still hungry and a little dizzy and he has no idea when Liam will come home to save him from this and he keeps cycling through anger and panic and being upset that he can't go put his butt straight back into bed. Good thing the front door is unlocked, and at least he's got the pajama pants with the skulls on instead of a skirt today.

Fair warning to any Gils who might drop by, though -- the cats are out.