VI

[chosengigolo]

[Zelos had been spending the evening in a few of the taverns in the red-light district, getting to know the lovely ladies that lived in the city. But he decides, for whatever reason, to call it an early night and starts heading back towards the castle...and it's around that time, while he's checking the journal as he walks across the castle grounds

Comments

[shutupweiss]

That what this is called?

[chosengigolo]

The white stuff? Yep, it's snow.

[shutupweiss]

It fucking sucks, whatever it is.

[ Yep, she's polite. ]

[chosengigolo]

[Honestly? It's a breath of fresh air next to all the I LOVE SNOW types for him]

What? You're not enchanted by it's whiteness and coldness?

[shutupweiss]

You gotta be fucking kidding. Why the fuck would I want to be cold and wet and covered in this shit?

[chosengigolo]

I dunno, some people really like playing in it or find it pretty.

[shutupweiss]

Some people are idiots.

[chosengigolo]

Now now, didn't you just find out what it is?

[shutupweiss]

Hey. Just because cold white shit doesn't fall from the sky where I'm from doesn't make me a fucking idiot.

[chosengigolo]

I never said it did, hunny!

[shutupweiss]

Then what the fuck were you implying?

[chosengigolo]

That you can't really judge if people are idiots for liking it when you only know a bit about it yourself.

[For example: He knows his dislike is all due to his own psychological trauma, not because he's smart- though he totally thinks he's smart]

[shutupweiss]

Why would anyone wanna get themselves cold and wet?

[chosengigolo]

You'll have to ask people who like snow, sure they got some reasons.

[shutupweiss]

Think I'll leave them too it.

[chosengigolo]

That works too!

Now what's your name, hunny?