33 Apocalypse Ave, The Tick Cave, Sunday evening

[bugofjustice]

The Tick had his garage cave door open so he could watch the snowfall.

"Truly, snow is the... the... Egads, I seem to be out of metaphors!" The Tick started watching the snow to clear his mind and let the metaphors come back to him. Some people meditated. The Tick metaphor...itated.

[OOC: Open to housemates and passersby!]

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[sith_happened]

Anakin had been so focused on walking away from Rory that it hadn't occurred to him until he moved closer to the house that he didn't have his keys.

Or, you know, a reason to be there.

He stopped in the driveway feeling awkward as the snow dripped off of his hood.

[bugofjustice]

The Tick say a figure out in the snow and waved. "Hello, there, chum! Want some hot cocoa?" Tick asked. Not that he had any clue who it was out there. He was just that friendly.

[sith_happened]

Anakin stepped closer, a small smile playing across his face.

He could drink again.

"That would be nice," he said quietly.

[bugofjustice]

The Tick poured another cup from his cocoa thermos for the hooded guy. "Come in, get out of the snow!"