Yvette and Fred: Snow Day
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xp_logs((Backdated to Snow Day)) Fred Yvette enjoy the majesty (and projectile properties) of the snow.
Pain didn't have any rights here. Fear and anxiety over relationships or school projects were annihilated. Nothing existed at the moment except Fred, his jacket, a lit cigarette, and the wondrous falling frozen water.
It was snowing. Snow snow. Like, snow.
He'd travelled a lot in his life, but mostly in the south. When he'd ventured further north it had always been it the warmer months. Sure he'd seen slush gathered in shades and paltry little flurries, but this?
This was Real. Snow.
Fred sat in awe, and had long ago forgotten to actually drag off his cigarette as he smiled skyward...
There was a light, girlish giggle behind him and suddenly something hit him in the back of the head, snow scattering over his hair and shoulders. "Got you!" Yvette carolled cheerfully, scooping up more of the snow in her large, bar hands. With her long fingers, her snowballs tended to be on the generous size, perfect for people like Fred.
Fred was almost pissed, until the split second it took him to figure out what happened. Grinning evilly, Fred leaned over and, in a flash, threw a massive, half-shaped slab of loose, wet snow behind him in the direction of the laughter, "Oh it's on, Copper Top!"
"Eek!" Yvette managed to avoid the bulk of the snow, but there was enough of it that one side was completely coated. She retaliated, however, with another snowball before fleeing behind a tree. "I was thinking you were liking the snow so much, you would like the up close and personal experience!" she called back, still laughing.
Fred guffawed at his small victory, until Yvette's retaliatory snowball hit him dead center in the face. As he wiped away the snow, and the destroyed cigarette, he laughed, gathering a hefty arm full of snow and fashioning it into a better projectile, "Y'know, I almost preferred when you were too shy to say anything..." he said with a laugh and, talking long strides to the side, came around the tree and launched the massive snowball at Yvette.
There was no dodging this one and Yvette was half-buried by the snowball, falling backwards onto her butt onto the ground. Spluttering, she scraped away the wet snow from her face, shaking her head to get it out of her hair. Her legs remained buried, however, and after some weak struggling, she looked up at Fred helplessly. "Help? I think I am stuck."
Fred was barely able to contain his laughter as he lifted Yvette by the waist effortlessly and set her down gently next to where he'd buried her, "You wanna call a truce, Vette, or do we just keep getting one another covered in more snow?" he said with a smile.
"Truce," she replied, giggling as she shook snow out of her clothes. "You might be new to the snow, but you are the quick learner. And I do not think you will be able to find me the next time you hit me with one of those giant snowballs."
Fred held up his large, slush covered arms, "T'be honest, I'm pretty sure I'm doing this wrong. My jacket's more snow than cloth at this point," he said with a shrug and slogged some of the wet from his arms, "Nice to see you enjoying the weather. Cold doesn't bother you much either, huh?"
"That is being the idea, yes. The walking snow-people," Yvette informed him, and then shrugged. "Not so much, no. My skin is so thick, I do not feel so much. Cold, heat..." She grinned. "Once I was cutting the electrical cable in a house and it tickled?"
Fred smiled broadly, "Heh, One time I put my hands down on a live car battery. Didn't notice till Sunder told me so." He looked about at some of the untrod snow and, scooping up a handful, took a large bite out of it. While he didn't register much on his skin, he grinned childishly as the cold feeling of the snow moved down from his throat and through his chest. He offered a handful to Yvette, "Here. Works for me. Maybe you'll feel it to."
She took a bit, making a muffled noise at the sensation of the cold on her teeth before swallowing. And then hopped around a little bit. "It's cold," she exclaimed, rubbing at her chest at the sensation. "Colder than I was thinking!"
Fred couldn't control his laughter as Yvette danced about. His uproar soothed as he swallowed the rest of the ice, serene in the enjoyment of the cold moving through him, "That's the point of it, Copper Top. Ya gotta enjoy the things you don't always get to."
Pain didn't have any rights here. Fear and anxiety over relationships or school projects were annihilated. Nothing existed at the moment except Fred, his jacket, a lit cigarette, and the wondrous falling frozen water.
It was snowing. Snow snow. Like, snow.
He'd travelled a lot in his life, but mostly in the south. When he'd ventured further north it had always been it the warmer months. Sure he'd seen slush gathered in shades and paltry little flurries, but this?
This was Real. Snow.
Fred sat in awe, and had long ago forgotten to actually drag off his cigarette as he smiled skyward...
There was a light, girlish giggle behind him and suddenly something hit him in the back of the head, snow scattering over his hair and shoulders. "Got you!" Yvette carolled cheerfully, scooping up more of the snow in her large, bar hands. With her long fingers, her snowballs tended to be on the generous size, perfect for people like Fred.
Fred was almost pissed, until the split second it took him to figure out what happened. Grinning evilly, Fred leaned over and, in a flash, threw a massive, half-shaped slab of loose, wet snow behind him in the direction of the laughter, "Oh it's on, Copper Top!"
"Eek!" Yvette managed to avoid the bulk of the snow, but there was enough of it that one side was completely coated. She retaliated, however, with another snowball before fleeing behind a tree. "I was thinking you were liking the snow so much, you would like the up close and personal experience!" she called back, still laughing.
Fred guffawed at his small victory, until Yvette's retaliatory snowball hit him dead center in the face. As he wiped away the snow, and the destroyed cigarette, he laughed, gathering a hefty arm full of snow and fashioning it into a better projectile, "Y'know, I almost preferred when you were too shy to say anything..." he said with a laugh and, talking long strides to the side, came around the tree and launched the massive snowball at Yvette.
There was no dodging this one and Yvette was half-buried by the snowball, falling backwards onto her butt onto the ground. Spluttering, she scraped away the wet snow from her face, shaking her head to get it out of her hair. Her legs remained buried, however, and after some weak struggling, she looked up at Fred helplessly. "Help? I think I am stuck."
Fred was barely able to contain his laughter as he lifted Yvette by the waist effortlessly and set her down gently next to where he'd buried her, "You wanna call a truce, Vette, or do we just keep getting one another covered in more snow?" he said with a smile.
"Truce," she replied, giggling as she shook snow out of her clothes. "You might be new to the snow, but you are the quick learner. And I do not think you will be able to find me the next time you hit me with one of those giant snowballs."
Fred held up his large, slush covered arms, "T'be honest, I'm pretty sure I'm doing this wrong. My jacket's more snow than cloth at this point," he said with a shrug and slogged some of the wet from his arms, "Nice to see you enjoying the weather. Cold doesn't bother you much either, huh?"
"That is being the idea, yes. The walking snow-people," Yvette informed him, and then shrugged. "Not so much, no. My skin is so thick, I do not feel so much. Cold, heat..." She grinned. "Once I was cutting the electrical cable in a house and it tickled?"
Fred smiled broadly, "Heh, One time I put my hands down on a live car battery. Didn't notice till Sunder told me so." He looked about at some of the untrod snow and, scooping up a handful, took a large bite out of it. While he didn't register much on his skin, he grinned childishly as the cold feeling of the snow moved down from his throat and through his chest. He offered a handful to Yvette, "Here. Works for me. Maybe you'll feel it to."
She took a bit, making a muffled noise at the sensation of the cold on her teeth before swallowing. And then hopped around a little bit. "It's cold," she exclaimed, rubbing at her chest at the sensation. "Colder than I was thinking!"
Fred couldn't control his laughter as Yvette danced about. His uproar soothed as he swallowed the rest of the ice, serene in the enjoyment of the cold moving through him, "That's the point of it, Copper Top. Ya gotta enjoy the things you don't always get to."
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