ruffle up your feathers and shake off that snow [closed]
Characters: Gilbert Weillschmidt and Naminé Blanc
Content: Nami is moving around the ship, wrapped up in her jackets and blankets. Gilbo spies a puffy baby chick and decides to investigate.
Setting: On the deck, where what little sun shining down that day is, and where Nami is trying to warm herself ;;
Time: Afternoon, while the Fiertia is docked in Tulgim.
Warnings: Squee worthy cuteness, that's what.
Naminé heard somewhere that exercise helped warmed you up.
At the moment, she felt that whoever said that was very, very wrong.
The radio operator had ventured out of her cabin today, feeling that she had bothered her friends long enough by cooping herself up there and asking them to help keep her warm. By the afternoon, she had mustered enough courage to head out into the biting cold, and maybe sit out on the deck and soak in what little sun there was for a few hours. Despite putting on and bundling herself up in as many jackets and blankets she could manage, all she did was make herself look like a puff ball, and feeling less warm than she had sitting in her room.
The view was nice, admittedly. It wasn't snowing as hard as it had been the past few days, and the landscape was blanketed with snow-- a scene that she wished she could sketch but couldn't due to freezing hands. But she realized with slight dread that she was too cold to move again. Hopefully it would get just a little bit warmer that she could urge herself to get up...but the wind that started up was against this idea, and Naminé miserably resigned herself to burying herself into her jackets for a while, until it had calmed down.
Content: Nami is moving around the ship, wrapped up in her jackets and blankets. Gilbo spies a puffy baby chick and decides to investigate.
Setting: On the deck, where what little sun shining down that day is, and where Nami is trying to warm herself ;;
Time: Afternoon, while the Fiertia is docked in Tulgim.
Warnings: Squee worthy cuteness, that's what.
Naminé heard somewhere that exercise helped warmed you up.
At the moment, she felt that whoever said that was very, very wrong.
The radio operator had ventured out of her cabin today, feeling that she had bothered her friends long enough by cooping herself up there and asking them to help keep her warm. By the afternoon, she had mustered enough courage to head out into the biting cold, and maybe sit out on the deck and soak in what little sun there was for a few hours. Despite putting on and bundling herself up in as many jackets and blankets she could manage, all she did was make herself look like a puff ball, and feeling less warm than she had sitting in her room.
The view was nice, admittedly. It wasn't snowing as hard as it had been the past few days, and the landscape was blanketed with snow-- a scene that she wished she could sketch but couldn't due to freezing hands. But she realized with slight dread that she was too cold to move again. Hopefully it would get just a little bit warmer that she could urge herself to get up...but the wind that started up was against this idea, and Naminé miserably resigned herself to burying herself into her jackets for a while, until it had calmed down.