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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[kakkoii_kyou]

[Kyouya is an excellent multi-tasker. That is to say, he's perfectly proficient at walking a straight path through the snow while maintaining a cool expression, scanning through his Dreamberry for anything of interest. A black book is tucked beneath his left arm, a bag slung over his shoulder.

[Regrettably, that spares no attention for a potential ambush. Who would dare?]

[fiveminutefail]

[Who would dare? This old man would. And he'll be daring right now with a nice little shot at the back of his new target's head.

He meant to aim at his arm, but he got just a little too excited, and aimed a little too high.]

Oops...

[He stands where he is, no longer in hiding, and torn between approaching to ask if he's all right and pulling a hit and run.]

[nolessthanseven]

[Isabelle thought she'd get some fresh air - since it wasn't nearly so cold, and the threat of everyone getting her sick was lessened. So there she is, idly wandering by in a flourish of skirts that most people would consider totally not cold-weather wear. Never stopped Izzy before.]

[fiveminutefail]

[After he throws this proper snowball, he'll be sure to criticize her choice in clothing, simply because he's a father and an old man and it's in his nature to do so.

But for now, he'll be throwing it at her arm, and will be ducking back behind his corner with a poorly suppressed snicker. Subtle, right?]

[nolessthanseven]

[even though she heard his snicker - good hearing really sucks sometimes - she ignores it. Until, of course, a snowball catches her right in the middle of the back. Izzy shrieks, whirling around for the perp.]

Hey! Seriously?

[fiveminutefail]

[Oops, his aim was off... he emerges from his hiding spot, a hand righting his hat on his head as he tries to halt his chuckles.]

S-sorry... just having a little fun.

[toweltreasuring]

[The unsuspecting Hero was just wandering around really, her hands in her pockets. It was nice outside today, or...at least she thought so. Getting a breather after everything that happened this past month, it was nice getting out without worrying as much.

...Kotetsu, do you dare throw a snowball at her?]

[fiveminutefail]

[Uhh... yeah. Might not be the best idea to throw a snowball at someone that constantly berates him and can... throw an icicle back in retaliation.

But of course, he's not really thinking it through all that well. He just thinks he shouldn't throw one, but that doesn't stop him from sneaking up behind her to mash one on top of her head, though.

Like an open-palmed noogie of snorts, but with snow.]

Hi, Blue Rose!

[toweltreasuring]

[When does Kotetsu ever think things through...

Since she was minding her own business, the sudden snow on top of her head gave her quite a scare. She yelped, and jumps even more when she realizes just who the voice belongs to.]

W-Wha--[She's about five shades of red and looking shocked.] What did you do that for?!

[fiveminutefail]

[He jumps back a bit at her start, chuckles... and then just abruptly goes silent for fear of icicles and wrath.]

Oh, a little snow won't hurt you. [He reaches down to scoop up more snow, packing it between his gloves and handing it to her.] Here, throw one back! No hard feelings.

[handfulmagica]

[Everything sucks, man. Both of her music instructors were gone, and now her best friend forever in the whole wide world was gone too. To make matters worse, access to the floating mountain was banned, so she couldn't vent her frustrations in the arena.

So what's an upset magical girl to do? Go on an ANGRY STROLL of course. It's the holiday season, right? Some people try to steal things and stuff like that around this time, so maybe she could do some crime fighting.

She'll just be walking past an innocent bench at the park---]

[fiveminutefail]

[And that innocent bench at the park will suddenly be throwing a snowball at her back. And the thrower just cannot hide his excitement at yet another successful hit, a grin splayed out across his face as he strike a cheesy sort of victory pose.]

Bet you didn't see that coming!

[And he'll just be boasting now, because despite being her elder, he's not all that mature.]

[handfulmagica]

[KSJGJWGI HOLY SHIT. After gathering back her senses, Sayaka turns towards Kotetsu with the most. Unimpressed. Look. Ever.]

... Hey hey, aren't you a little too old for snowball fights, Kaburagi-san?

[fiveminutefail]

[And he meets that look with... confusion. Serious confusion, and maybe a bit of criticism.]

You're never too old for a snowball fight! [Just pouting and he mutters,] Kids these days...

[gangstaspeak]

[Beat had been out on a fast food run after a case of the munchies. the place had been pretty packed so even if it was a little chillier outside, he figured it wouldn't hurt to walk around with his food in hand. And hey, he could do a little window shopping as he strolled around right?

He's too busy munching down those fries to notice anything off with his surroundings though. Now might be a good time to troll the poor boy.]

[fiveminutefail]

[Trolling the poor boy is exactly what Kotetsu will be doing, and he'll start by whipping a snowball right at his back. He doesn't see the food, just sees another potential snowball victim.

He ducks behind a corner once the deed is done, but he slips on some ice as he does, loudly and gracelessly falling into a pile of snow in the alleyway.]

[gangstaspeak]

[And the snowball connects to the back of Beat's head causing him to spill some of the fries onto the icy sidewalk. He's just about to growl out annoyance when he hears that loud yelp.]

What the hell?

[Yeah, he's going to be checking out the alleyway now.]

[fiveminutefail]

[All that will be heard is groaning, and all that will be seen is a sad old man covered in snow, picking himself up and emptying his hat of the substance before putting it back on.]

Stupid ice...