TIGER ☆ 004

[fiveminutefail]

Who: fiveminutefail aaaaand somarium!
Where: Everywhere
Style: First
Status: Totally open
Note: Kotetsu wants a good snowball fight, everyone ♥ and he may or may not destroy some public property...

[Kotetsu's decked out in his winter wear, trademark hat included, and is simply waltzing around the place, enjoying the snow and the calm scenery. It’s a welcomed change

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[foreversorryorz]

[... One of the worst experiences he's had in Som so far. The recent event that plagued almost everyone is still on his mind. How could it not be when a few of his friends either didn't recognize him or didn't believe him? Hell, and kept attacking him too. It was still fresh like it was yesterday so he took to trying to avoid them until all of this chaos was over

Emil had decided to walk around a local park and sitt on a bench, a place to just let his thoughts fade and stare mindlessly at the snowy, peaceful scenery...]

[fiveminutefail]

[Keep looking at the snow scenery and enjoy the peace while you can, because Kotetsu is hiding in the trees behind the bench currently being occupied by the depressed looking newcomer.

He peaks around the tree as quietly as he can manage, and let's be honest here... it's not all that quietly, to toss his impressively sized snowball at his chosen victim.

That's all said and done, and he sticks around only to see the impact before quickly ducking back into hiding. He snickers, and he's muffling the sound rather poorly with a gloved hand across his mouth.]

[foreversorryorz]

[Emil suddenly finds himself covered in snow as he tries to shake it all off. S-So confused. One moment he was staring off into space then the next thing he knows, he has snow on him. Well, he was wondering until he hears the chuckling. Now looking around quickly and spotting the laughing "tree"]

W-What was that for all of a sudden?

[fiveminutefail]

[So he's been busted! But that's okay, and he emerges somewhat sheepishly, a gloved hand rubbing at the back of his neck and the other held out in question.]

No reason... [He tilts his head a little.] You're supposed to throw one back.

[ainoakuma]

[Flonne never really had a snowball fight. Care to drag her in teach her?]

[fiveminutefail]

[It would be his pleasure! He'll be starting his lesson with a clean shot to her back, not hard but hard enough to be felt through any kind of winter jacket she might be wearing.

And he shoves a hand in his pocket, the other pushing his hat down to hide his face, more specifically the wide, childlike grin spreading across it. He walks on innocently, whistling a little tune.

It totally wasn't him that threw it, despite the fact that he's the only person around.]

[ainoakuma]

[She does feel it and she stops. She looked to him.]

What was that...?

[fiveminutefail]

[He just gapes a little at that, breaking his innocent little act.]

That was a snowball! [He pouts, and takes several long strides to stand in front of her.] Have you never thrown one before?

[forgetsyounot]

[Man, oh man, Shirley feels a lot better!

The cure...heh, figures she would have to wait around for others to find it. She's a bit mad at herself, for not being able to do more, but she's grateful, too. She's taking a walk now, thinking about how she might repay them--especially with the holiday season coming up.

Tracking her footprints in the snow, she notices it's a little warmer than before, too. Which is good!

...She does not notice you, Kotetsu, sorry.]

[fiveminutefail]

[Good, he doesn't want to be noticed. He wants to be a ninja with this, because in his mind it's cooler like that.

As Shirley walks past, he quickly stands from behind the bench he crouched behind, and tosses his snowball at her arm. He doesn't hide again, just stands still and laughs, one hand rubbing at the back of his neck and the other pointing triumphantly at his successful hit.]

Got'cha!

[forgetsyounot]

[She spots him moving out of the corner of her eye, just before the impact, but not quite soon enough to do anything about it. She looks almost scared at first, lifting her arm up to try to block it, but hearing his laugh--

Well...she eases, and maybe she even begins to laugh a little, too, as she brushes the snow off her arm.]

--Kotetsu!

[fiveminutefail]

[There's a childlike bounce in his step as he closes the gap between them, his grin wide and innocent, perhaps even a tad playful.]

Hiya, Shirley! [He pauses, patting his gloved hands together.] In the mood for a little fight?

[cut_and_kill]

[He's still recovering, despite the cure to the plague, but he was feeling good enough to go out and buy a scarf. There's a flush on his face and he's humming something, finally appreciating the snow and how pretty it makes everything--

and then he gets hit]

[he yelps loudly, then reaches for the hilt of a sword that is not at his side before he realises that it was a snowball and laughs]

That's very mean, you know~!

[fiveminutefail]

[Another successful hit! Wow, he's totally on a roll with this.

He emerges from his mediocre hiding spot, and bashfully slaps his hands together to remove the residual snow from his gloves.]

Ah... it's supposed to be fun, not mean! [He laughs, but grins an apologetic grin.] Sorry.

[cut_and_kill]

[luckily he bought gloves as well, and he casually crouches and starts to make a ball or should I say bullet of his own]

It's only fun if you can take it as well as dish it out~

[fiveminutefail]

Come at me, then! I can take it.

[He pats his chest and holds his arms out, welcoming the shot with a goodnatured grin.]

[seekingbody]

[ Al is feeling much better now. He's no longer dizzy, or radiating so much heat that he's turning the snow into puddles.

... Except, that may not be altogether a good thing, because as he's walking across the street, he gets nailed in the helmet with a snowball. Thankfully, his headpiece hadn't fallen off, but he did have to reach up and adjust it back into place. ]

W--aah...!

[fiveminutefail]

[So, this old man thought he was just throwing snow at... a statue or something? Not something that could talk, and then fix the placement of it's head.

He kind of jerks back a bit in surprise, audibly gasping, before approaching with clumsy yet somehow careful steps.]

Uh, w-what...?

[seekingbody]

[ Al hadn't figured out yet that this man was the one who'd thrown the snowball ]

Ah, excuse me, sir, but do you know where... that snowball came from?

[ He's still looking around, hoping to find the origin of the snowball. ]

[fiveminutefail]

I threw it...

[And he says that absentmindedly, walking around the talking hunk of armour. He reaches out to knock on the arm, don't mind his disregard for private space, and pulls back to rub thoughtfully at his chin with a raise brow.]

Huh... that your winter coat or something?