Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!
Dmitri and Des wander up to the Kashtta covered in snow.
They had beer planned. There was just a small... large... snowball war to get sidetracked by, and then they lost track of time, and you know how things go. Dmitri's coat is covered in a thin sheen of ice, and they both look more or less like a winter storm dragged them out back and frisked them.
But, you know, happily.
Dmitri pauses as she reaches the doorway, then hops up the front steps and pulls open the dor, gesturing Des through with a sweep of her arm. "After you, Damien."
They had beer planned. There was just a small... large... snowball war to get sidetracked by, and then they lost track of time, and you know how things go. Dmitri's coat is covered in a thin sheen of ice, and they both look more or less like a winter storm dragged them out back and frisked them.
But, you know, happily.
Dmitri pauses as she reaches the doorway, then hops up the front steps and pulls open the dor, gesturing Des through with a sweep of her arm. "After you, Damien."