[Closed]
Characters: Kuroro, Kurapika
Location: Greenland
Rating: PG
Time: December 4
Description: Kuroro and Kurapika go for Mission 108, their first in a long time. How much has changed, after Arizona?
This was turning out to be a strange day, Kuroro mused as they stepped past the mirror to the significantly colder Greenland. Between Kurapika climbing into his bed this morning to ward off the cold (they really should get that heater fixed, but it seemed to be a problem with many of the units) and Kurapika pulling them into a mission in Greenland, an even colder place, Kuroro was beginning to wonder if the blond was on some quest or another to shock him out of his lethargy. He'd snapped out of it recently, though. Not enough to be normal, but he wasn't rolling around in a pathetic heap of limp, dead, bored muscle just as he'd been the rest of the week. It helped to have China back, but Kuroro would have eventually dragged himself out of it when he got bored of being bored. Probably.
It was actually cold. It seemed that the temperature had dropped here even more than Death City. Despite his usual tolerance for extreme temperatures, Kuroro tugged his coat closed up to the neck and stuck his thinly gloved hands in his pockets.
"Are you sure we should be doing this mission...?"
Location: Greenland
Rating: PG
Time: December 4
Description: Kuroro and Kurapika go for Mission 108, their first in a long time. How much has changed, after Arizona?
This was turning out to be a strange day, Kuroro mused as they stepped past the mirror to the significantly colder Greenland. Between Kurapika climbing into his bed this morning to ward off the cold (they really should get that heater fixed, but it seemed to be a problem with many of the units) and Kurapika pulling them into a mission in Greenland, an even colder place, Kuroro was beginning to wonder if the blond was on some quest or another to shock him out of his lethargy. He'd snapped out of it recently, though. Not enough to be normal, but he wasn't rolling around in a pathetic heap of limp, dead, bored muscle just as he'd been the rest of the week. It helped to have China back, but Kuroro would have eventually dragged himself out of it when he got bored of being bored. Probably.
It was actually cold. It seemed that the temperature had dropped here even more than Death City. Despite his usual tolerance for extreme temperatures, Kuroro tugged his coat closed up to the neck and stuck his thinly gloved hands in his pockets.
"Are you sure we should be doing this mission...?"