[closed] The Mis-Adventures of Derpman and the BangBang Baby

[ignite_the_sky]

Who: Roy (ignite_the_sky) & Riza (firebornfidelis)
When: Soon after this thread
Where: Park
Format: Paragraph
What: She wants answers, he wants..?
Warnings: Nothing as of yet

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[firebornfidelis]

Foremost on Riza’s mind at the moment was just how much she disliked the cold. She always had, even during the comparatively mild winters of her childhood. And in fact, she hated joint maneuvers with the Northern Command almost as much as the Colonel himself did, though she had enough will and good sense not to complain about the freezing temperatures while she was there in company with the soldiers who lived in winter all year round. Now, with Anatole as white as Briggs and less of a reason not to be annoyed by the stinging of the cold air on her skin, she had to wonder (among her many other very valid and yet unanswered questions) just what in the world the Colonel could mean by making her come all the way across town in this harsh whiteness and abominable cold. Even in her long black coat and with her gloved hands tucked deep in her pockets and a thick woolly scarf wrapped around her neck and still she felt like the winter wind was cutting through her

[ignite_the_sky]

The little dog and the crunch of snow beneath boots alerted him to her presence. How anybody could think stealth was possible in this stuff was beyond him! She didn't look terribly enthused to be outside though, and he couldn't blame her for it --he hated it too. The East Area was bordered on one side by the Great Desert, and while Eastern Headquarters was nearer to the Central Area in terms of boundaries, much of the East Area was bordering on desert and the temperatures across the area reflected such.

He'd have to apologize for asking her to come out, and maybe accompany it with the offer of something warm to drink, but that would come later. For now, he was "lying in wait for his prey".

As he peered over the top of his little fort, watching her draw ever closer, his mind raced to calculate her distance... and the moment he deemed her close enough, he let the snowball fly.

[firebornfidelis]

She could honestly say she hadn't been expecting to be hit by a snowball so when his head popped up over his little snow wall and threw one she was somewhat surprised. Really, she shouldn't be. He did have quite a knack for distracting himself with trivial pursuits, especially when she wanted him to be serious. If it wasn't cleaning the windows or napping or some other nonsense while there was an undone stack of paperwork due, why shouldn't it be snowballs when she wanted real explanations?

The offending projectile exploded damply on her shoulder, snowy bits clinging to her coat. She hadn't really bothered dodging except enough to be sure it didn't hit her in the face. She extracted her hands from her pockets only to brush away the remains of the snowball before offering a glare in her commanding officer's direction.

"Colonel." There was enough warning in her voice to let him know she was really not in the mood for games. Not that she actually expected him to heed it.

[ignite_the_sky]

Well, that did it. Her tone completely killed any enjoyment he might have gotten from that little moment of triumph. What was it Galatea had said? Show her through your actions if words didn't work?

It was worth a shot...

Sinking down behind the bunker with his back against the wall of snow, he sighed and huddled up for some vague semblance of warmth. Had he been thinking about it beforehand, he'd have grabbed some branches to use as firewood and cleared a little spot out, but now he didn't have any desire to. He knew that tone, he knew he was probably in trouble and he knew why ... he just hadn't expected her to find out so quickly.

He pulled one of his pyrotex gloves from his pocket and held it up, waving it like a white flag of surrender. She wasn't in the mood for games and he wasn't in the mood for a lecture, so it was best to get this over and done quickly.