☭o57| fancy that

[moskva_prince]

After searching the grounds what seems like an eternity, Dimitri finds the tire swing from not too long ago. He swings on it absentmindedly while hollowing out a smooth piece of wood. It's the beginning states of a doll set. But to the untrained eye it just looks like an oval shaped piece of wood.
He sings at a normal volume...a little too loud

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[sewards]

You probably shouldn't do that as you swing.

[[her voice might be a bit muffled behind that scarf.]]

[moskva_prince]

{leaning back on the swing, he chuckles. This is too much fun.}

And why not Alyeska? I'll be careful~
Though if something happens, I have a witness that can help me. Is the scarf warm?

[sewards]

If you're sure. I'm honored you trust my abilities so much.

Yes, it is. Thank you for asking.

[moskva_prince]

You're not that weak, like I said I'm sure you would manage if I slice my thumb open.

How are you enjoying the weather, gorgeous isn't it? I just want to camp out here in the cold. I feel in my element right now.

[ironvilkas]

[ Svajone watches Dimitri worriedly for a whole two seconds before intervening. ]

Uhm, Moscow? ...I don't think tha-that's very safe.

[moskva_prince]

{Swinging at a faster pace, he chuckles.}

What isn't safe, an innocent tire swing? {Yeah and craving wood while swing isn't a wise idea. Though it's moscow we're talking about; mister invincible. Well at least that's what he thinks.}

[ironvilkas]

[ She chuckles nervously, although it's clear she's not comfortable with the situation in the least. ]

I was more thinking of the, uh, knife.

[moskva_prince]

{He hums while carving the wood carefully. All the while his eyes are locked on Vilnius.}

Such a sweetheart.
Though thank you for caring, I know what I am doing.

[sibirtigger]

Nebojsa is bundled up tightly as he makes his way through the snow to Dimitri. The bundling isn't going to help much though because his chill is internal, an echo from home, rather than from his surroundings.

"You still sing well."

[moskva_prince]

{He nods, brushing chips of wood off his lap.}

Ah thank you Nebby; pleasant day out, da?

[sibirtigger]

He shrugged.
"It is... Though now that the temperature is bearable here, I cannot get warm.

Who is this one for?"

[moskva_prince]

Try sitting in front of a fire. I have been doing that all week...falling asleep in front of it actually.
{Looking down at his work, he smiles.}

It is a secret~

[songhu]

[ Jun is looking well-dressed in the winter, with his tailored peacoat and scarf with matching mittens. He is humming to himself.

Without speaking, or even skipping a beat in the song, he leans up against the tree. ]

[moskva_prince]

{Swinging slowly, his feet graze the ground just a bit. Luckily he's wearing some old black boots, instead of his favorite white ones. Unlike Jun, Dimitri is wearing jeans, a thick sweater, and a scarf. This is pretty mild weather for the man.}

Don't you just love the winter,darling?

[songhu]

[ He stops in the middle of a verse ("monopolizing the spotlight of a king" before pausing, as if considering the question. ]

Not especially. Mild weather is the best.

[moskva_prince]

I suppose it is, but then you don't get snow.