And sometimes sweet things are destined

[caprihorn]

WHO: Gamzee and Nill
WHERE: The City somewhere
WHEN: December twenty-second
WARNINGS: Gamzee is in this log, there's swearing for sure.
SUMMARY: Gamzee and Nill bump into each other in the City
FORMAT: The writing kind of deal.

The cold air of the City curled into the streets and pawed at the people passing through it, wanting them to perhaps be reminded that though many things had changed over the years nature was still here and still very much in command over their lives. Who else could make everyone bundle up so warmly, after all? But still, despite the weather's best efforts very few were actually noticing its control now.

A young troll in particular didn't seem to think anything of it. Carrying raw, though thankfully packaged, meat under his arm Gamzee seemed entirely too smug and warm in the weather as he made an attempt to slip through it quickly. And he did slip, just not the way he planned.

"Motherfucker!" to be fair that's probably what a lot of people would have said when their ass smashed into pavement.

Comments

smashes face into this

[culver]

The cold is something Nill doesn't mind as much as someone might think. While it isn't exactly great for her wings, something about the briskness wakes her up, makes her feel more awake. And the fact that she really likes snow doesn't hurt, either.

She's been out doing some last minute Christmas shopping when she hears the expletive unleashed nearby. Her wings rustle beneath her jacket and she immediately spins around to see who it is. Obviously, the horns catch her attention, but the lack of jacket does as well. That is not good at all.

The blonde maneuvers through the crowd towards Gamzee, waving an arm with the hopes that he'll notice her.

[caprihorn]

As Gamzee fights with the slippery purchase beneath his hand and feet he sees something from the corner of his eye. Following the slight motion he's rewarded with a vision of a blonde he's getting familiar with. Unfortunately, looking at her combined with the shivering he's starting to do results in him going down from the sitting position he just managed.

"_Fuck."

This time he manages to get to his feet, the meat's still on the ground though.

"Hey, sister," he says, probably getting the attention of a few other women in the crowd but it's really only for Nill.

[culver]

She can't help but wince when he falls again, and she makes her way through the remaining people between them a little faster until she's paused beside him. Yes, there is definitely a lot of ice here, and she isn't about to fall herself. That would definitely not help the situation at all.

A glance at the package of meat is all she spares before her brow creases and she gestures at him. Is he alright? She hopes he didn't hurt himself. And why isn't he wearing a jacket? Her wings flick nervously beneath her own. It's freezing out!