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Would you like to start or would you like me too?

Not as furry, either. I don't drool as much, though, so I think I'm doing alright.

[ The closeness makes him daring; he leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of Viktor's mouth, smiling a little wider. ]

Speaking of food - are you hungry? We could see about room service.

My tow truck just got here, do you mind starting?

Books were one of the few things that she found comfort in. The smell of musty pages, the feel of the binding beneath her fingertips; it all held an undeniable allure that Anne felt herself fall into. Books were one of the few things she could lose herself in. She loved the depth and mystery to the pages and the vast expanse of the words. Even if she had the inclination to write she wouldn't be able to put such affection on paper.

She held a history book in her hand. It was a a black hardbound book with gold scripted lettering reading: The French Revolution. Sadly, Anne was here for research today but her eyes glanced over towards the Syfy section wondering if she could linger a few moments long.

That was when she saw the flurry of white outside the window. No. She didn't say the word but her expression looked dismayed. She didn't want to get stuck here. She rushed to the door only to skid to a stop when she saw just how high the snow had fallen. She looked down at her boots and then her leggings, contemplating how cold it would be to try anyway. She stood in the middle of the door, her expression thoughtful as she tried to come to a decision.

[ it truly isn't normal, but maybe if he were one of winter's fallen foes, she'd know what exactly qrow is. it isn't like he deliberately hides what his this ability of his. he only uses it when it's convenient. in any case, he rubs his arm against her like a bird enveloping its children and covering them with its wings. it's just an arm and there's hardly any skin on his end as his sleeves are long, so while this isn't something they usually do, it should be at least 1% less uncomfortable. ]

Oh. Sir Jimmy's not so nice, huh? [ but here it comes... ] Does-- Does he-- [ he starts laughing, which is probably more annoying now that winter's up close to hear it. there's that smell of alcohol, too. it's something that's never gotten off him, even after a shower. probably because after showering, he's back to drinking. ] Does he rule with an Iron fist?

[ he is too funny. ]

And you don't lick my face to wake me up in the morning.

[ He playfully grazes his teeth over Yuuri's lip. ]

Food would be nice. I'm in the mood for dessert and alcohol.

I could wake you up that way if you start to miss Makkachin but I don't think that's really...sanitary.

[ He's not really going to lick Viktor's face, but he's grinning a little at imagining it.

The towel ends up sliding off of his neck, nearly slithering to the ground until he grabs at it and winds it around Viktor's neck instead, using it like a guide to tug him down just enough to plant another kiss on his cheek and then withdraws to hunt down the book with information about room service. ]

[ He grins at the 'compliment,' then sits back in his chair as he waits for Beauty to bring in the hot chocolate. Of course she doesn't have to do it by herself, but he already knows she'll insist if he offers help. ]

Yeah... too bad I haven't been paying attention to the forecast today. Might've made a smart decision too.

[ Though he knows Foggy hadn't been paying attention either, otherwise he wouldn't have let Matt and Beauty stay in the office while he went home and avoided the storm. ]

Thanks. For the hot chocolate. [ He hears her settle down and wraps his fingers around the mug, soaking in the warmth. Smells great too. ]

You could wake me up with morning kisses instead.

[ He touches his cheek where Yuuri just kissed him. God, he loves it when Yuuri does things like tugging him down like that. ]

[ Mildly, and very clearly holding back a laugh, ]

That doesn't help if you're missing Makkachin, though.

[ Part of the menu's in English, so it's easy enough to navigate, perusing the alcohol and dessert section curiously. He's probably going to get a side salad and call it good, but: ]

This late I don't think I want an entire meal but can I steal a bite of whatever you get?

[ Ignis is a saint too good and kind for this sinful world for his wondrous deed of making sure Prompto and Gladio in particular didn't eat everything. And Iris is ranking pretty high right now too for indulging in Noctis' complete inability to be useful or properly self-sufficient first thing upon waking up.

He nods and carefully takes the cup, wrapping cold fingers around it and bending his head over to just breathe in the steam for a moment. ]

Thanks. Sounds great.

[ He manages a polite sort of almost-smile and then kinda just stands there for a moment or two awkwardly huddling over the cup before he takes a sip. Noct's fairly practiced at not making a face when drinking it and manages not to wrinkle his nose as he takes another sip. It occurs to him that maybe he should be somewhere not in her way, and so he sits down at the table to wait, drinking his coffee and watching Iris. ]

Typical.

[ luke is laughing, breathless, and shaking with cold even in his snow-gear as he finishes (mostly) sealing them into the cave-- using his abilities to pile the snow high and compact it at the opening. once the storm passes, he'll do the same to remove it once more and help them get to higher ground, where the enterprise's sensors can find them and beam them back up.

for now, though, it's a waiting game, and he crosses toward the other man once more to turn gloved hands toward the fire, taking in as much of the warmth as he can. the cave is already starting to feel more bearable, but it might be a while before it's anything approaching comfortable. ]

You always take me the nicest places, [ he teases with a crooked grin and a sideways glance. ] At least I'm not in the guts of a tauntaun this time, though, so you're one up on Han.

(ooc: so i had your top level open in a tab to tag and then forgot about it and then remembered today and came back to it! ... and then promptly popcorned the meeting with prompto. but anyway!!

i have a couple vague ideas and wanted to solicit your preferences b/c there are way too many ways for them to be snowed in somewhere. so uh... would you prefer something pre-canon or during canon? And if the latter, before chapter 9 or during the pain train chapters? )

Yeah, sure.

[ He wanders over to hug Yuuri from behind, peering at the menu over his shoulder. ]

I want the red velvet cake and some champagne.

Oh.

[a pause, and then he says, again:]

Oh.

[and then it all seems to finally click for prompto — the fact that his presence isn't unwanted, that ignis doesn't disapprove of him, that ignis isn't going to kick him out. that it's okay for him to be friends with prince noctis, and, more importantly, that he doesn't need to be on the defensive, ready to be tossed out into the street like a stray puppy.]

...Can you put extra shrimp on mine?!

[ Jim would be perfectly happy to help build the snow wall, seeing as he's got his damnable northerner's constitution thanks to a childhood of brittle Iowa winters, but Luke's on a tear and laughing about it, so starting a fire it is. Luckily he knows about a hundred tricks for toasting, incinerating, and harmlessly heating things with a phaser. ]

Alright, that's a story you're going to have to tell me, [ he decides as he reaches out and takes Luke's hands in his own (even the robot one, yes, he forgets all the time) to help rub feeling back into them. ] What the hell is a tauntaun? Did you get eaten or was it a really unfortunate survival day?

[ his smile softens fondly as jim takes his hands, shifting a half-step closer and rubbing the thumb of his prosthetic over the other man's wrist. the mild demand and questions earns another laugh, though, and a shake of his head. ]

Ugh, suns, it was the worst. A tauntaun is this.. furry snow-lizard the Alliance used as mounts on Hoth. [ his fingers creep up jim's wrist, sliding beneath the sleeve of his coat. ] I was on patrol and I was attacked by a wampa, then dragged to its cave, where it was probably going to tear me apart and eat me. I managed to wound it and escape, but I fainted before I got very far. [ it had been pretty horrifying at the time, of course, but now he's just grateful he hadn't died out there. ] --Han went out in a blizzard to find me, but his tauntaun died before he could make it back with me.

[ his lips quirk back up, brows arching. ]

While he was putting the shelter together, he cut open the tauntaun and pushed me into it to keep me from freezing, too. He likes to remind me every now and then.

[ he pauses, then nods toward the entrance to the cave. ] The cold doesn't bother you so much, does it?

[ if he's honest, the adventure noctis really wants right now is one to a hotel with a hot shower and a warm bed. but he isn't going to admit it! .... yet.

noct glances at prompto and then starts forward into the dark anyway. they'll be fiiiine and charging on head is always the best plan.]

S-slim to none if we stay here. [ damn it, his teeth are chattering a little now ] C'mon.

[The worst part about it is that being close to him is making her feel a lot less miserable because it is warmer than the fire. Even though she's really not used to being touched and the cold is probably the only reason she is tolerating this.

Wait...did she just think that being close to him was making her less miserable? In hindsight, she spoke too soon. What is he cracking up at? And yes, she smells the alcohol, she would know the smell anywhere but she's learned to tolerate it as a child, so what's a few hours to her? She gives him the side eye and is about to ask what his inane cackling is about when he drops his punch line.

She just stares at him aghast for a moment, before resuming her usual glower.]

The cold has reached your bird brain. [The irony.] James Ironwood is not 'mean'. He expects a standard. But he respects his soldiers and it's mutual.

Is that really-- [ Huh. Must have been left behind by the short-lived colonists. He knows they were Terran, at least, though not connected to humanity's home planet. Manufacturing is the same everywher, it seems. ]

Weird, [ he laughs. ] You can go first, I'll live dangerously if you don't die or transform into a giant gelatin puff, how about that.

[ Definitely just giving her shit. ]

Never said he was mean. He's just an ass.

[ straightforward as always. he's actually pretty glad winter hasn't asked why the hell qrow has such a huge vendetta against the general, because that's not a story worth sharing to someone who's a rank lower than he is.

winter may be skilled, but she's not there yet. she's still got a few ways to go if he wants to get to qrow's level—or if she wants to make it professional—to ironwood's level. ]

'A wampa', [ Jim echoes while he's explaining. He kind of loves that Luke's galaxy has all these creatures and beings and they all have names-- the gigantic ice bug that tried to eat Jim on his own frozen hostile planet adventure remains carnivorous insectoid species 37655. It sounds so charming and soulful, despite all the struggles. He makes a face at the end. ]

Gross, but very smart. [ He notices Luke attempting to hide in his jacket sleeve - what are you doing, you dork - and laughs quietly. ] It's definitely freezing but I'm used to it. Come here. [ He positions Luke in front of him and curls his arms around him, giving him full impact of the fire and a human heater. Also he can still hide his hands if he wants. ]

[ Absolutely! Sorry, I just got busy for a couple of days. ]

[Want to do an AU where Allen is Satoshi's adopted brother or Satoshi is doing volunteer work at Allen's orphanage?]

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yes good. also sorry for the delay x-x

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maybe he thinks it makes his arms look more built?

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Steve Rogers | MCU | OTA

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