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[fujimoto_shiro]

Southern Cross Monastery-it’s located on a relatively small stakeout of land completely surrounded by urban sprawl. The concrete walls barely separated the surrounding office and apartment buildings, a few billboards were visible from the property’s courtyard. Those gates were open just before dawn, anyone is welcome enter the monastery: provided

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[callinblueskies]

"Aren't you cold, old man?"

[fujimoto_shiro]

Shiro looked over his shoulder toward the direction of that voice, replying back despite the slight rattle of his teeth due to some shivering. "Cold?! This isn't as nearly cold as it used to be!"

Right, back in the day, when a MAN had to walk up hill through five feet of snow to steal kurikara. Both ways!

[callinblueskies]

Rin rolled his eyes. "You've said that a thousand times!" He had his hands shoved in his pockets and his nose buried in a scarf. Unlike his father, Rin wasn't as stubborn resilient in cold weather, so he bundled up fairly well.

"Why have you been standing out here so long anyways? Mail doesn't come today-" There's the crunch of snow under his shoes as Rin heads over to Shiro's side.

[underthehoodie]

A series of three snowballs comes from the left and loud laughter gives Shura away before she even appears, leaning against one of the gates with a smirk on her face. If there's a bit of a glare it's because war is going to be on if he makes one wrong move.

A snowball war, of course.

[fujimoto_shiro]

Shiro side-stepped two of those snowballs, breaking the impact of the third upon his shoulder blade. He scooped up a handful of snow, stepping out further into the courtyard. After a long whistle, he called out, "Pretty sneaky, there! Now come on out of hiding and face me!"

... He wasn't used to this whole 'priestly' role. It was damn early in the day to be making so much noise.

[underthehoodie]

Her laughter pretty much gives away her location so she comes out of hiding, smirking cockily at Shiro.

"Come on, grandpa, let's see what ya got!"

Shura pulls another snowball from behind her and tosses it in his direction before quickly crouching down. Her hands move fast, forming several more snowballs to form a proper arsenal, and soon they too are flying towards him.

There's a certain amount of satisfaction to be felt pelting the old man with snow.

/fudges icons forever

[swordsinside]

[Shura scrambled through the gates of the monastary, bundled up tight and clutching the strap that kept her her cloth-bundled sword on her back. She was about fourteen now, gangly and awkward in the middle of her growth spurt. Next year she would be enrolling in True Cross Academy full time, courtesy of Mephisto Pheles.]

Shiro!!

[No honorifics, as usual. In fact it was the only warning she gave him before ramming into him head-on, fully intending to knock him over.]

[fujimoto_shiro]

Shura!

[ Shiro leaned forward slightly, expecting to topple over upon impact. This broke his fall quite a bit, along with the snow that had built upon the ground overnight. At the very least, she did not have to mind a cigarette which could be held between his fingers--he'd managed to quit smoking successfully a couple of years before. ]

Lookit you, up this early in the morning!

[ He moved to stand up, and then hooked both hands beneath his student's armpits to pick her up off the ground. Shiro placed her safely down upon both feet, although she'd likely end up standing in ankle-deep snow. ]

[swordsinside]

[Standing ankle-deep in snow indeed, although she didn't mind all that much. In fact she'd hardly squirmed when he picked her up.]

Takashi woke me up early to take me to training this morning.

[Yet another foster family had graciously consented to take her in and allow her continued training. Still, she scowled up at Shiro with a look that had grown more frequent since the twin's birth three years ago.]

Ya weren't at the Academy so I came here. [Hence, the headbutt.] Shitty old man.

[fujimoto_shiro]

[ This realization shot through his spine like a bullet. Shiro had so much on his plate--leading mass in the morning, taking the boys to the doctor's, and some monastery meeting... he never wrote any of this down. It was becoming something of a habit to forget things. ]

Oh, [ His brows creased together as he thought of something better than 'I forgot', ] My apologies, kiddo! We were supposed to meet earlier? I was on my way out to see you, right now!

touuuuuuuuuuuu-saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan

[crybabyyukio]

(Playing hide-and-seek is fun-- when it's not snowing and he's not freezing.

Too bad Rin is a persuasive kid.

Yukio's wandering around the courtyard, searching for his big brother while looking like a bundled up marshmallow.)

Yuuuuuuukio!

[fujimoto_shiro]

[ Shiro watched the younger twin trudge across the courtyard, burdened by the amount of clothing worn. He walked up behind Yukio, casting a shadow over him: not so long as in other seasons, however, as the sun slowly crept its way slowly across the winter sky. He spoke up, which may likely startle Yukio. ]

You've got your boots on the wrong feet!

Daaaaaaaaaaaddy!

[crybabyyukio]

(May? More like does.

Bitty marshmallow gave a squeak and turned around to face his father, face red from both cold and embarrassment.)

To-Tou-san!

(Shiro's sentence finally registered in his head; Yukio looked down at his boots to check, then back up.)

My boots are on properly!

[fujimoto_shiro]

Hah! Made you look!

[ Shiro meant that in jest, and removed a pair of gloves from his pocket, slipping them over his hands. He kneeled down to meet his son at eye level. ]

You managed to dress yourself up all on your own! But whatever for?