Snow

[rockinthrutime.livejournal.com]

Who: Everyone
What: Snow day
Where: Campus
When: December 2nd-3rd
Warnings: Snow

[The weather outside is cold. More than below freezing. It was only a matter of time then.

By tomorrow, the entire campus will be covered in a tiny layer of white.]

[[OOC - There will be a thread for one specific time; 14:23. Those that wish to catch the first snowflake can fight for it there! Please note that apart from the fact it has 7 sides, and doesn't seem to melt, the snowflake does not hold special powers. Otherwise, start threads as you see fit.]]

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[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

"Everyone."

While Raiden was busy turning the very normal act of opening a door into ridiculous sexual innuendo Blacky was just going to fish a poffin right out of the basket. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. She continued to hang off his side while she took a big bite.

"Mmf. So you should always have me or Gamera with you to protect you. Ah! Has he been out to play in the snow yet?"

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

"Ah..." And then Raiden pulled out. The door opened a crack, and he completely distracted from noticing she had THEIFED A POFFIN. "No, not yet."

Perhaps Blacky would be too distracted to notice Gamera sneaking the entire basket out of Raiden's hand and running back in the dorm with it.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

"Hmm. I wonder if it should wait until there's more than half an inch..."

She was very much distracted. Distracted by pushing the door open a little more and looking around the room. The last time she'd been in here was because of a very unfortunate April Fool's prank, and at that time she'd been too confused and angry to notice the decor. Or lack thereof. It was as bare and depressing as her own dorm, but that was because she'd so recently gotten rid of everything reminding her of the past. What was Raiden's reason?

Since the door was open anyway, she invited herself right on in. It was at this point she noticed a familiar Squirtle with a familiar basket. "Hey!"

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

Raiden stumbled in after her, and closed the door. It was around then he noticed the basket of goodies was missing from his hand, and also exclaimed, probably in unison with Blacky, "Hey!"

Gamera was... already stuffing his face and GIVING THEM BOTH THE CUTEST, MOST INNOCENT EYES HE COULD MUSTER as he was caught in the act.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

OH NO. How could she stay mad at a face like that? He was lucky he was so cute, or else there would be words. Words and... not much else. At least she got to have one before they were all gone. Was this one of the many trials and tribulations of having a younger brother?! Oh oops she probably did the same kind of thing when she was younger. Not that it mattered anymore.

"Hmmmph. At least I'm not the one getting fat." She shrugged her coat off and dropped it on top of Gamera before flopping backwards over the arm of the couch. "Good night."

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

Well wasn't someone making herself comforatble. Raiden kind of just STARED for a moment at her semi-dramatic flopping over the arm of the couch.

Gamera's tail dropped and he stopped eating instantly, looking not unlike a kicked... well, turtle. He was... so not fat he was just a little chubby.

"I think you hurt his feelings."

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

"He stole my poffins!" Well, wasn't someone presumptuous. She sighed and turned her head to look at Gamera, torn somewhere between sulking and looking apologetic.

"...You really shouldn't eat so much, sweetie. It isn't healthy for you. I can't lose you too. Alright?"

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

"He's a... growing turtle. Isn't that right?"

Gamera SULKED.

"...Well, I can get you some more anyway." He said to try and help ease the brooding he was sure Blacky wont to do with a muttered statement like that. "I asked Nancy to make a whole bunch."

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

"A growing turtle needs fruits, vegetables, and berries. Perhaps some high-end Pokeblock too. And exercise. Just because it's winter doesn't mean he shouldn't get a good swim in every day."

Blacky crossed her arms and SULKED HARDER.

"What happened to the brownies? The ones you were supposed to make for me? Goodness. Anyone could just go and get me poffins from Nancy."

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

"Sorry." He tried to refrain from snapping at her. He was no chef; it was a miracle he managed to get the pink chocolate to work. Ungrateful little...

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm." She was teasing. Partially. Although she did want pink brownies one day.

"Weeeell... I suppose I can forgive you." She rolled over and closed her eyes. "If you come love me or at least scratch behind my ears."

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

That was a difficult request to ignore, but wouldn't go without one last grumpy pout.

He moved to sit on the couch which ended up becoming more of a flop, and draped his arm across her back as if she were just a part of the arm rest. It was a convenient position that left his hand resting on her head.

Scratch scratch.

"At least you're easy to please sometimes."

Gamera... came waddling over... still looking kind of pathetic but like he maybe wanted to joint he cuddle pile. A little.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

And Blacky would have been pleased with just that if he hadn't chosen to say at out loud. BUT HE DID. HE SCREWED HIMSELF.

"Hmm, a little to the left. And down. Not right on the ear. Faster, but not too fast. And don't use your nails so hard." She reached out and hoisted the pathetically fat turtle onto the couch, wiping crumbs away from his mouth.

FINE.

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

At first, he took her instructions seriously, replying with "Okay." "Sorry." "Like this?" And then quickly realized HE SO SCREWED HIMSELF, DAMN IT. She was totally doing it on purpose. What a jerk.

Gamera BEAMED WITH DELIGHT she seemed to of forgiven him and buried himself in her cleavage arms.

Re: FINE.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

TEEHEE. She was surprised he actually fell for it. What a maroon.

Gamera was not much of a pillow, but he would do. She closed her eyes and mumbled, "I've changed my mind. Do it the opposite way. Or rub my shoulders instead. No - my whole back."

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

"Will you make up your mind already?"

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

"NO."

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

HE STOPPED.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

SHE KICKED HIM.

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

"Ow!" He whined. "Okay, okay!" He went to SCRATCHING HER BEHIND THE EAR again but slowly moved his hand down her neck as he scratched. And then suddenly, when he was hoping she would least expect it, he choked her he pulled her completely onto the couch and over himself.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Darn it, she was comfortable! But having a human body pillow wasn't half bad either, she decided, reaching beneath her to cup Raiden's balls cheek.

"Hmm. What a compromising position we have found ourselves in."

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

"You found yourself in." He corrected. "I was here first." Although he wrapped his other arm around her waist, fully endorsing said compromising position.

Gamera meanwhile was stuck in a tangle of limbs and wiggled uncomfortably.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm. Well, since you were here first and knew exactly what you were getting into, I'm going to lay here forever and not get up."

Except to shift around to free Gamera.

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

Gamera squirmed until he was triumphantly on top of the cuddle pile.

"You just moved."

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

"But I didn't get up!"