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[surfaceshine]

     It had started out as simple nostalgia; this is going to be Dean Winchester's first winter at the Mansion, and Hisoka Kurosaki has fond memories of last year.  The question of snow seemed a rather large one, ridiculously important in a way no other aspect of weather really is, but that's probably more to do with what can be done with snow that

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Whoever gets to him first and convinces him can have a dragon?

[ao_ji]

Temeraire both likes and hates the snow. Likes it when it's not terribly cold and the wind isn't blowing so much or so hard and hates it the rest of the time. He can't fly nearly as well in stormy weather after all.

At the moment, Temeraire is lounging just outside the kitchens, soaking up a bit of warmth from inside and building a snow castle.

DEAN'S FIRST DRAGON, YO.

[surfaceshine]

Okay, so, Dean has heard there are dragons around, but the glimpse he catches out the window is the first he's actually had. And he actually might not have much luck with this particular dragon since his brother managed to piss it off, but he has no way of knowing that; instead, glancing sidelong to see if Hisoka has seen what he has seen, the hunter unabashedly bolts for the door, hellbent for the outside.

Having no clue whatsoever the best way to hail a dragon for success - no, seriously, all his information is coming from Dragonheart just now, so forgive us - doesn't seem to be fazing him; any other time and place, he'd be double checking that he was packing something powerful enough to make it think twice about eating him while he tries to figure out how to kill it. The Mansion has gotten to the hunter, though, and now he's just thinking tactically.

"Hey - that is one awesome freaking fortress," he calls by way of greeting, because when in doubt, go with what you know.

WOO!

[ao_ji]

Provided Dead doesn't offend him in the same way as his brother did, they should be alright. He looks up, ruff lifting curiously, and tilts his head.

"I am making a snow castle. The shore is too cold to dig in right now. Would you like to help?"

Temeraire can be perfectly pleasant.

Re: WOO!

[surfaceshine]

Okay, so that was not an encouraging typo, but Dean is oblivious. And usually more socially awkward, but at least he's practical enough not to tell anything big enough to eat him that it doesn't exist. Things not existing has not stopped them from trying to eat him before, after all. And Temeraire is speaking logically - it IS too cold to build sand castles..

"Sure," Dean says, agreeably. He realizes he should probably be more nervous, but what the hell; if he gets burned to a crisp or something, he'll just resurrect, apparently. Own it, by god. "I'm Dean."

[survivingson]

Brett still isn't quite comfortable in the house, tending to walk around quietly, like he feels like he has to sneak when he thinks no one is looking; like he might be caught and chased out at any moment, though he has no valid reason to think this. It's just a strange place, with strange people, in a strange circumstance.

So when he hears bickering, he does come closer, but he doesn't announce himself when he comes to stand at the door and peer in; they're quite loud, but as soon as he can make out the actual words, he can't help but grin at the familiarity of it.

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka glances up to see him standing in the doorway. "Hey, Brett!"

[survivingson]

The grin immediately widens when Hisoka hails him.

"Hey, Hisoka," he replies, then folds his arms and leans on the doorjamb more confidently. "Mom always told me that yelling never solves anything. You guys never got that lesson, apparently."

[in_summer_leaf]

"Evidentally we didn't!" Hisoka chuckles. "And we've decided to battle it out on the field of honor! Want to sign onto my team for a snowball fight?"

[ofsandandstone]

Here's someone who'll insist on being on Dean's team. Lystra's heading for the common room when she hears the two men arguing. She appears in the doorway, staring at them and looking confused.

[surfaceshine]

Dean takes a moment to notice her, absorbed as he is in one of his once-favorite pasttimes, but when he does he shifts gears from mock-severe to grinning at her pretty brightly.

"Hey, sweetheart!" he calls, then starts walking towards her. He glances for Tyan automatically. "They have snow where you come from?"

He doesn't know where that is, and since they don't have chocolate, he's not sure he wants to.

[ofsandandstone]

"No," Lystra says, brightening considerably at the mention of snow. She'd never seen it before she arrived at the Mansion, but now that she has, she loves it. "I'd never seen it before I came here."

Whatever Dean's going to tell her, she figures it must be something good, if it involves snow.

[surfaceshine]

Ignoring Hisoka for the time being, Dean shifts his attention fully to Lystra as he strides towards her.

"Well, then, you're missing out on another of life's pleasures: Snowball wars," he declares authoritatively, nodding once, then splits the grin again. "How's that for awesome, huh?"

[loves_mama]

Billy's heading past the common room, actually, but when he hears the two familiar voices arguing, he has to see what it's about. He draws himself up and steps boldly into the room.

"What is happening here?" he asks, firmly. If there's some sort of argument going on, he thinks he should settle it.

[surfaceshine]

Dean is more than familiar with that stern tone - though he's not used to it coming from someone younger than he is. No, that's wrong - he's not used to it coming from someone younger than Sam is. Glancing up, he grins when he sees Billy, any perceived hostility flipping off like a switch.

"Hey - just a friendly wager." It didn't sound all that friendly a moment before. "Care to weigh in?"

[loves_mama]

"What sort of wager?" Billy asks, curious now.

[surfaceshine]

"Who's got the better snow-stompin' boots. You ever been in a snowball fight?" he asks, tilting his head to consider Billy. That whole dog thing could be useful, though one needs hands to throw snowballs.

[daddyissuesjnr]

And here's Melou. He's someone who would enjoy being part of an enormous snowball fight, though he'll be very reluctant to join in and it will probably take a lot of convincing.

He's standing just outside the doorway, looking at Dean and Hisoka like they've both gone mad. He doesn't really want to know what's going on, and he certainly doesn't want to get involved, so he's just turning to leave. If somebody notices and calls out to him, though, he'll stop.

[in_summer_leaf]

"King Melou!" calls Hisoka. He hops out of his chair and walks over.

[daddyissuesjnr]

"Hisoka," Melou says, and he doesn't actually ask, but the question is pretty plain in the confused expression on his face.

What on earth is going on?

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka explains, "Dean and I have challenged each other to a snowball fight, as soon as there's enough snow to pack into solid, nose-busting snowballs. And now we need teams, because traditionally this kind of fight is not simply a one-on-one duel, but one group against another. Would you be interested in coming in with me?"