tonight isn't the night for fights, white lies or otherwise
WHO: Lluvia/elementfourplay & Jam/atwistedfancy
WHAT: The forecast calls for more mistletoe hijinks, with a high chance of absolute mortification.
WHERE: The tailor's
WHEN: At some point during the mistletoe shenanigans!
The snow wasn't so bad. No, not so bad, but Jam wasn't about to go and join any of the ridiculous snowball fights he occasionally saw taking place outside the windows of the tailor's shop, and nor did he very much appreciate the snow that careless customers tracked in with them through the door. That it rarely-if-ever snowed here, and that the people of the island were hardly used to proper snow etiquette -- these were not excuses.
And so it was that the tailor's apprentice found himself hurriedly sweeping clumps of snow out the open door, trying to catch them before any of them melted into puddles of water that were less easily swept away. He was having a good deal less luck than he might have hoped for, and the expression of terse distaste spoke the fact clearly enough.
WHAT: The forecast calls for more mistletoe hijinks, with a high chance of absolute mortification.
WHERE: The tailor's
WHEN: At some point during the mistletoe shenanigans!
The snow wasn't so bad. No, not so bad, but Jam wasn't about to go and join any of the ridiculous snowball fights he occasionally saw taking place outside the windows of the tailor's shop, and nor did he very much appreciate the snow that careless customers tracked in with them through the door. That it rarely-if-ever snowed here, and that the people of the island were hardly used to proper snow etiquette -- these were not excuses.
And so it was that the tailor's apprentice found himself hurriedly sweeping clumps of snow out the open door, trying to catch them before any of them melted into puddles of water that were less easily swept away. He was having a good deal less luck than he might have hoped for, and the expression of terse distaste spoke the fact clearly enough.