[IC] 001: So he comes across a hill of sugar...

[misterunionjack]

What in God's name-- [Arthur pauses on the path, gazing down a slope some paces ahead. The ground's covered in snow, but something about the way it reflected light seems off. He frowns and bends forward, swiping a finger through it. His eyes widen. He tastes it.] Why, it's--sugar.

[On a bench is an abandoned snowboard. He cautiously approaches it

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[puritend]

Oh Snowboard-kun! That's my snowboard you're doing inappropriate things with!

[swindlescent]

I didn't know you even owned a snowboard, Niou-kun.

[puritend]

There are many things you don't know about.

Me owning a snowboard for instance.

[swindlescent]

I suppose that is true...

[swindlescent]

Please excuse Niou-kun. He's feeling a little jittery today and may sound ruder than usual.

[puritend]

You mean Anansi~! The Trickster God~

[swindlescent]

No, I mean Niou-kun.

[puritend]

And that's what she said. Puri~!

[cleaverest]

H-Hau! That looks fun!

[puritend]

Why, lovely maiden! How are you doing today?

[puritend]

Your hair is even brighter than Bunta, I must say.

[puritend]

A lovely shade of red, if I do say so myself.

[cafe_prosecutor]

--It's you again.

[misterunionjack]

Well! It's nice to see you again as well, young chap. How are you?

I fail at noticing when to comment back. I should make a list. orz

[cafe_prosecutor]

O-oh, I've been well, and yourself?

Know how you feel. A couple times I thought I responded, when it turns out I didn't. :);;

[misterunionjack]

Good, good. That was a decent ride. Did you see me go down? Quite good, wasn't it?

[alfredherojones]

[Alfred watches this entire spectacle from nearby; it's always interesting to see the tightlaced Brit well...let loose for once. And he's not drunk. Always a plus. Scooting forward, he calls out, a wide grin on his face]

I didn't know you could snowboard, Iggy!

[misterunionjack]

A-Alfred! Why the hell-- Why, I'm hardly behind the times, young man! I can keep up well enough, and don't you dare say that I can't.

[alfredherojones]

[He grins and starts looking around--finding a garbage can, he takes the lid off and runs over, setting it down in the powdery sugar.]

I didn't say you were, old man, fft. Race ya to the bottom. [He puts his foot on his makeshift snowboard and just grins]

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[misterunionjack]

[The shock from seeing Alfred had pretty much shuttered his enthusiasm, but--]