smash_logs | baby it's cold outside

baby it's cold outside

Who: YOU
What: SNOW
When: DECEMBER 4th
Where: EVERYWHERE
Warnings: SNOW

As a quiet Sunday morning dawned on the school's campus, one could perhaps...feel it in the air. A creeping chill, a silent, barely-detectable indication that yes. Today would be the day.

Today, it would snow.

[OOC: GO CRAZY. Make threads. Have snowball fights. You guys know how this works.]

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Why was the person sitting in the cold, staring up at the sky? Spinny was awfully curious. But she couldn't get herself to speak to the person as she stood by off to the side, half of her face covered with her newly-knit as she stared at the stranger.

Just because he can, Spinny. Silly.

It didn't take Waka too long to feel as if he was being... watched. His eyes peeked open and stared off to the side. There stood a girl with a bit of an interesting hair-do.

She was definitely covered, that's for sure.

"Cold, aren't we?"

Spinny looked up at the sky for a moment before looking back at the person. She stayed quiet for a moment before realizing that the other had spoken.

"...Y...yes..." She replied. "...Cold..."

Should she ask? This was the chance! She fumbled around with the scarf's end before she finally decided to voice her curiosity.

"Why...were you... staring... at the sky...?"

Waka knew fully why he was staring. He became lost in his thoughts, lost in a sea of memories, or rather, a snow cloud full. He couldn't be in a sea of memories if it was frozen over, right? Ha... ha. He kind of mentally patted himself on the back for that.

Yet his answer was, "Simple! I got a little lost in the snow! It is a beautiful sight, isn't it?" He flung his head back upward. "To think only ice can look so stunning. Nature is a funny thing like that, baby."

He lowered his head back down softly and looked over to that scarf. How cute it was. "What a darling scarf! Surely it isn't enough, though. Do you," he began to ask as he fumbled with his buttons in front, "need my coat?"

He was a little chilly, too, see. He wasn't in his normal tribesman get-up, but rather, just a normal winter outfit.

Yet he was still wearing his eagle-crested hat. It looked kind of... clashing.

Good thing Spinny didn't know much about fashion herself. She didn't see how clashing his clothes were, but she did feel that the hat was pretty intimidating. She found herself staring more at the hat than at the person wearing it.

Then she realized the person was asking her something! She shook her head quietly, showing the pair of mittens she also knit herself. "Have...these... too..."

The cold didn't really get to her, really. She was just worried that the hat was going to suddenly start sprouting wings and fly at her...

Waka caught her staring at his headdress. Why was that? She looked so... enveloped in its appearance. Did she just really like it? He didn't know. Maybe that's, in fact, all she needs is a hat and she will keep warm. She has mittens, a scarf, clothing... yes. It all made sense.

He laughed airily and placed a hand on the eagle's maw. "Wonderful. Wonderful, yes. You seem covered except for your poor little head! Is this what you want?"

He took off his headwear, revealing none other than the flowing, long, blonde hair of the Moon Tribe. Many others seemed to have similar hair, so... he honestly didn't mind displaying it here. No one would gander the accurate guess, surely.

O-Oh. The. Bird-hat. Was on her head. Oh god it was going to eat her head little by little it was going to peck away at her skull oh no

She stumbled a few steps back, flailing her arms around as she slowly started falling into her panic state.

"Eagle...eating...." AAAAAAAAA

Of course, her usual panicked state barely showed up on her facial expression as she continued to flail her arms in the air.

Waka almost felt guilty that he was so incredibly amused by her panicking over... a hat. Really. Just because it had an eagle on it didn't mean that it was real. ~~OR IS IT?!~~

"Ahahaha! The eagle won't eat you," he assured her. "You could say it is a very docile thing. It hardly makes a peep. In fact..."

He knocked a few of his fingers on it. "I don't think the metal is alive. Do you?"

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