[007] Snooooow~

[brynkitten]

[Bryn flips the video function on with her entry, and it's aimed at her excited, smiling face before turning it toward the falling snow outside. Then it turns back to Bryn]

It's snowing outside, everyone! Isn't that exciting?

[She's just going to go find some clothes to wear outside, and then she's off to play in the snow! Feel free to respond

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[notpredictable]

Exciting is not the word.

[HE sounds incredibly grumpy.]

[Commentlog]

[notpredictable]

[He stares down at her hand still grasping his, and is momentarily lost in that little exchange before he clears his throat and looks at the 'angel' that Bryn had made in the snow.]

I...see.

[This...obviously isn't something that Megamind has ever done before. Her excitement at something so simple was...refreshing.]

That's...all there is to it?

[Commentlog]

[brynkitten]

[Bryn lets go of his hand after a moment, and starts to wipe it dry on the front of her skirts.]

That's all! You just...fall back so you don't make any other marks in the snow, and then you just...clear the snow with your arms and legs to make the right shape! Do you want to try?

[She looks up at him expectantly.]

[Commentlog]

[notpredictable]

I...suppose I could.

[He looks at the ground doubtfully, then sort of just...awkwardly flops down on the snow, cringing as he felt the cold even through his coats.

Fantastic. Now he was going to be cold and wet.]

Like...that?

[Commentlog]

[brynkitten]

[She looks at Megamind as he falls down onto the snow, and nods her approval.]

Yes, like that! Now just wave your arms around to clear the snow and when you're done I'll help you up!

[Commentlog]

[notpredictable]

[He feels like a right idiot doing this, but he proceeds to follow her instructions and do it regardless solely because she was so excited about it.

Once he's finished, he sits up and extends his hands.

This was rather embarrassing but...fun.]

Alright, finished, I believe.

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[brynkitten]

[Bryn grasps Megamind's hands without hesitation and helps him out of his snow angel. She looks to the side of him immediately, and another smile spreads on her face.]

You did it! That's exactly it.

[She beams up at him, pleased with the result of his efforts. Her next question comes with a hopeful look.]

Was it fun?

[Commentlog]

[notpredictable]

Well! Of course I did. [He looks down at it smugly - though to him it looks literally like someone flopped in the snow and wriggled around.] I am a genius, after all.

[He pauses to think on that.]

...Yes. Yes, actually...it was.

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[brynkitten]

[Bryn claps her hands together in delight. She's so glad he came out and admitted that he'd had fun.]

Good! I'm really happy to hear that. I know it's really cold but how often do you get snow in August? Or at all? We just...we don't really have it back home. At least, not where I lived before.

[Before she was living in the mountains. She figures he'll get what she's implying. Not that snow is new to her but she's never had the opportunity to play in it before now.]

[Commentlog]

[notpredictable]

[It was a reluctant, grudging admittance, Bryn.]

Mercifully, Metrocity doesn't usually get snow in August. [Just in the winter. The crime rate usually went way down in the winter because that is a whole lot of do not want for Megamind.]

R-really. [He nodded, then looked down at the snow thoughtfully.]

I've never really...'played' in the snow before.

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[brynkitten]

I haven't either until today. It could be fun though, don't you think?

[She looks at him with a grin, which widens as she gets an idea.]

Do you have anything that you could use with the snow? Some sort of...device you've created or something?

[Because what she's seen so far has been pretty awesome, and Bryn has to admit she's curious about the rest...]

[Commentlog]

[notpredictable]

It...I suppose so, yes. ['Fun' wasn't the first word that came to mind - 'hypothermia' was more along what he was thinking, but he wasn't going to rain on her parade.]

...Hm.

[He shifts, and under his bundle of winter wardrobery, he withdraws his de-gun, and flips through the settings, muttering to himself.]

Depends on what you want done. [He eyes her, lifting a brow.]