MISTLETOE ! 20

An object of curiosity, he could well enough say. While he was not much to directly partake in parties over his lifetime, it was hardly out of the ordinary for him to at least be there. Skirting between legs, oft staying out of notice... in no small part, simply observing.

Well, maybe creatures like him weren't necessarily supposed to be here, but that had never stopped him before, now had it?

A bit of wandering, though, a quick snag of a treat from one of the tables to contently chomp down on as he walked, never minding that it might have come off a plate that belonged to someone. Points of interest here and there -- though for him, there were a great many things that fell under such a category -- but that, then, was a bit more so, a smirk crossing the keaton's face.

A quick hop up, something of a 'kiss' -- or perhaps just more of a nudge, given the shape of his muzzle -- but it would do, he thought, given what was hanging up from the ceiling.

"Do be careful what you stand under, my dear -- it could well have been someone else to notice," he somewhat teasingly offered before starting to wander off to the side, somewhere it was a bit quieter. Never minding that there was more than one such item hanging up, but he was nice and occupied with people-watching more so than ceiling-watching.