Open RP: Winter Wonderland
If there’s one thing Senri hates it’s the cold. Hate HATE HATES. His delicate little frame just isn’t built for anything outside of absolute comfort. During the frigid months he can usually be found huddled indoors with a blanket, hot drink, multiple layers of clothing, and a space heater. …Or in bed with another source of heat. Either way there is not much outdoor ventures.
However Taiki rather enjoys the wintertime. Everything is clean and the decorations are lovely. Most people opt to hide away from the weather but the few that venture out usually have pleasant auras - striving for goodwill and all. Unfortunately the man has near zero body fat; he can’t stay out long before the chill gets to him.
Fifteen minutes in and Taiki has a pretty decent snowman going. Senri is parked right next to the building, hovering over a hot mocha while complaining incessantly.
“Would you like to help?” The black haired psychic is rolling the head towards his snowman. Senri snorts, rolling his eyes.
“I would not. It’s freezing and this is ridiculous. Hurry up.” Senri is in no mood for stupid snowmen - this weather is wrecking havoc on his skin. It’ll take days to undo all this damage.
“Things might go a little faster if you helped…” It’s a futile try and Taiki knows it. He bends to brush the edges of the snow-head, rounding everything up nicely.
“No. I should have known better when you invited me out. Apparently there’s another meaning to ‘shopping’ that I didn’t know about…” An unhappy grumble and Senri sticks his nose right over his paper cup half-full of coffee.
“Soon enough. Could you please help me lift this?”
“No.” Senri rolls his eyes again, turning away to watch the blinking lights of a neighboring building. Taiki’s head appears around the side of the snowman and he seems to consider the pint-sized designer.
“Are you sure? You’d look better with some physical exercise.” Delivered in the usual matter-of-fact monotone. Senri chokes on his coffee, spinning to fix Taiki with a murderous scowl. “Ah, I apologize. I meant your aura… Your aura would look better. A slip of the tongue.”
The psychic disappears behind the snowman again, smiling a little to himself. Senri sputters incoherent rage while Taiki returns to shaping the snow-head. “Oh! Can I borrow your hat and scarf?”
Senri throws his coffee. A brown stain melts across the snowman’s back.
OOC: Open! Taiki has sixth sense and will be able to dodge snowballs if they're thrown from far enough away -- he's not superhuman, he needs time to react :) Otherwise both are open game for anything!
However Taiki rather enjoys the wintertime. Everything is clean and the decorations are lovely. Most people opt to hide away from the weather but the few that venture out usually have pleasant auras - striving for goodwill and all. Unfortunately the man has near zero body fat; he can’t stay out long before the chill gets to him.
Fifteen minutes in and Taiki has a pretty decent snowman going. Senri is parked right next to the building, hovering over a hot mocha while complaining incessantly.
“Would you like to help?” The black haired psychic is rolling the head towards his snowman. Senri snorts, rolling his eyes.
“I would not. It’s freezing and this is ridiculous. Hurry up.” Senri is in no mood for stupid snowmen - this weather is wrecking havoc on his skin. It’ll take days to undo all this damage.
“Things might go a little faster if you helped…” It’s a futile try and Taiki knows it. He bends to brush the edges of the snow-head, rounding everything up nicely.
“No. I should have known better when you invited me out. Apparently there’s another meaning to ‘shopping’ that I didn’t know about…” An unhappy grumble and Senri sticks his nose right over his paper cup half-full of coffee.
“Soon enough. Could you please help me lift this?”
“No.” Senri rolls his eyes again, turning away to watch the blinking lights of a neighboring building. Taiki’s head appears around the side of the snowman and he seems to consider the pint-sized designer.
“Are you sure? You’d look better with some physical exercise.” Delivered in the usual matter-of-fact monotone. Senri chokes on his coffee, spinning to fix Taiki with a murderous scowl. “Ah, I apologize. I meant your aura… Your aura would look better. A slip of the tongue.”
The psychic disappears behind the snowman again, smiling a little to himself. Senri sputters incoherent rage while Taiki returns to shaping the snow-head. “Oh! Can I borrow your hat and scarf?”
Senri throws his coffee. A brown stain melts across the snowman’s back.
OOC: Open! Taiki has sixth sense and will be able to dodge snowballs if they're thrown from far enough away -- he's not superhuman, he needs time to react :) Otherwise both are open game for anything!