three ✻ red food dye number forty

[chairplay]

Characters: chairplay & y'all victims
Location: The park
Time: Afternoon
Style: First
Status: Open!

[So in the middle of the park today, there is a zombie apocalypse. Blood and carnage everywhere! Terrible, isn't it

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[ninthserenade]

[Demyx uses Snowball Toss!

His target is the back of Hiro's head!]

[chairplay]

[And it lands! He winces and turns the page in his book, doesn't even bother looking at Demyx.]

1/2

[ninthserenade]

[He opens his mouth to say 'take that' when it hits, but when he doesn't get a reaction?]

[ninthserenade]

[He makes another!]

[feelstheaster]

[that's totally not a snowball coming at your head from behind]

[chairplay]

[opens his umbrella]

[feelstheaster]

[going to flip over the top of the umbrella, and land in front of him]

Long time no see. [snowballs from the front now!]

[chairplay]

[the umbrella is held in front of him to block the snowball]

Really now, I'm reading here. Can't you see? You're going to soak my book.

[lunateclock]

[Doesn't throw a snowball.

Instead, hands in his pockets and looking up at the scene, he steps closer.

Peers at one of the snowman.

Sticks his finger in some of the 'blood'/jelly and licks it.

...yum.]

This is really well made.

[chairplay]

Thank you, I do try my best after all.

[taking ownership of the scene, yes he is :|b]

[lunateclock]

In most things, yes.

[He tucks his hands back into his pockets and glances at the book.]

What are you reading?

[chairplay]

[ugh don't... compliment him... that's weird!!!]

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.

[gotapoint]

[How is it snowing? Why is there a snowpocalypse? ... how is it snowing?!]

[diending]

[In another couple of seconds, Vatheon's microclimate is going to be the least of her worries, because someone is throwing a snowball at her back.

I bet she'll never guess who it is.]

[gotapoint]

[She shrieks because that is cold and whips around to look at whoever it is that has a death wish.]

Daiki-san!

[diending]

[Daiki laughs, because that is more of an honest emotional reaction than he has seen from her in too long.]

It's snow, Natsumelon, not deadly poison. [He's already packing another snowball in his bare hands, smirking broadly.] What, afraid to get a little cold?

[thetrollprince]

[And hop over the back of the bench!

Izaya lands next to him pretty gracefully and instantly crosses his legs. Oh look, he's wearing his long-jacket and a red scarf.

He likes winter garb, okay? Okay. He has nothing to say but instead sips from a thermos of- hot chocolate? You bet. He's taking advantage of this while he can.]

Never really took you for the sort to play in the snow. Heh.

[chairplay]

[kya kya so elegant, Izaya-san]

I prefer to call it art.

[thetrollprince]

[Well of course! He needs to uphold a reputation after all. Gonna sip his hot chocolate now.]

Tch. I can piss in the snow and call that art but you don't see me doing it.

[Art, for the most part, was a load of bullshit to Izaya for the most part.]

I wish it would rain though. I've always been pretty partial to the rain if you ask me. Someone used to say that God is in the rain. Actually that's from a movie. Not that I really believe in God but the idea is romantic, nya?

[chairplay]

How crude, Izaya.

[a laugh at the second part though]

Oh yes, I agree there. Rain is always a nice backdrop to a wonderful night from my experience.