It's Christmas and you are going to LIKE IT
Characters: Squall Leonhart and the Vatheonites
Location: The park
Time: Afternoon
Style: Your choice
Status: Open
Squall was never one for holidays, but even he had to admit that the little baubles and other things that the locals were putting up were rather nice looking. (Except for the starfish. Those could go.) He didn't know what the holiday was, but that wasn't much of a concern to him. Just as long as it wasn't like what happened about a month ago. One of the locals had tried to explain things to him, but it's hard to explain things to someone who isn't very interested in listening.
He found himself at the park, and it was very difficult to miss the huge skating rink that was set up there. How did they ever manage to make that thing? Yet another thing about the city that was a mystery. One that he didn't care enough about to solve.
A local tried to get him to skate, but he was met with adamant refusal. Determined to not let him avoid holiday spirit, however, the local shoved a bunch of various trinkets and treats into his arms and before Squall can shove them right back, quickly made his exit.
Great. Now what does he do with this stuff?
Location: The park
Time: Afternoon
Style: Your choice
Status: Open
Squall was never one for holidays, but even he had to admit that the little baubles and other things that the locals were putting up were rather nice looking. (Except for the starfish. Those could go.) He didn't know what the holiday was, but that wasn't much of a concern to him. Just as long as it wasn't like what happened about a month ago. One of the locals had tried to explain things to him, but it's hard to explain things to someone who isn't very interested in listening.
He found himself at the park, and it was very difficult to miss the huge skating rink that was set up there. How did they ever manage to make that thing? Yet another thing about the city that was a mystery. One that he didn't care enough about to solve.
A local tried to get him to skate, but he was met with adamant refusal. Determined to not let him avoid holiday spirit, however, the local shoved a bunch of various trinkets and treats into his arms and before Squall can shove them right back, quickly made his exit.
Great. Now what does he do with this stuff?