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tushanshu_logs2013-01-12 08:40 pm
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[OPEN] Red, blue, orange and green. No yellow snow cones!
Characters: Jack Frost, OPEN
Date: Backdated to the afternoon of Jan 11th
Location: At one of the playgrounds in Keeliai.
Situation: Deciding to surprise some kedan kids as they're getting out of school at the end of the week, Jack provides snow cones.
Warnings/Rating: CUTE?
It had taken quite a few trips to the various markets scattered around the city when he finally found what he was looking for in the Fire Sector: little pots of flavoured syrup. Jack had happily forked over his juulan for a wide selection of them and had brought them to a playground where he knew that children liked to visit once they were out of school. At the end of the week, Jack wanted to give them a special treat.
Now he was sitting on a picnic table with a pile of the cleanest, purest snow he could conjure and a field of cups ready for small hands to fill them before getting dollops of sweet syrup. Pretty soon kids were flocking to the playground with excited laughter as they told their friends, and their friends told more friends. It didn't take long for murmurings about "the snow boy!" to start making its way around.
Date: Backdated to the afternoon of Jan 11th
Location: At one of the playgrounds in Keeliai.
Situation: Deciding to surprise some kedan kids as they're getting out of school at the end of the week, Jack provides snow cones.
Warnings/Rating: CUTE?
It had taken quite a few trips to the various markets scattered around the city when he finally found what he was looking for in the Fire Sector: little pots of flavoured syrup. Jack had happily forked over his juulan for a wide selection of them and had brought them to a playground where he knew that children liked to visit once they were out of school. At the end of the week, Jack wanted to give them a special treat.
Now he was sitting on a picnic table with a pile of the cleanest, purest snow he could conjure and a field of cups ready for small hands to fill them before getting dollops of sweet syrup. Pretty soon kids were flocking to the playground with excited laughter as they told their friends, and their friends told more friends. It didn't take long for murmurings about "the snow boy!" to start making its way around.
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Which, however, eased some when he sees who is in the hub of all the hullabaloo.
He let those of the young kedan that he knew rush to get their treats, while he himself walked over to where Jack was sitting, leaning slightly against the nearest. Plaything. (He was sure he could think of its name if he tried, but he didn't need to.)
"Oh. It's you. I should have guessed."
Because the way Jack had watched over the children when they were defenseless, asleep, without causing them harm - it was sufficient to let Damian give the youth some credit. Like that he wasn't trying to poison them.
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One of the smaller kedan boys had gotten sticky syrup smeared halfway up to his eyebrows so Jack lifted the child into his lap. "C'mere little guy, if you ran into a pillow you'd come out feathered."
Careful not to touch they boy's bare skin for too long, Jack tugged his hoodie sleeve down over his hand and used the material to wipe the mess from his face while the child huffed like anyone getting a mothering touch in the middle of the playground in front of their friends.
"There," Jack pronounced once the boy was cleaned up and setting him back on the ground. "You're all ready to go again."
Le sigh. I didn't know the tag was going to work this way.
"Do you not want to be?" It was...
It was this question that made Damian think, a little bit, of the other person who had really worked on not being predictable. Grayson.
Who had gone missing two days ago, and this time there had been no directive from Father, no warning, just... absence.
Damian's scowl deepened, and it took a kedan who looked about six or so scurrying away from him to remember that he was not on his own, not somewhere that he could let his emotions show. So he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then schooled his features into neutrality. Only the blue eyes remained hard, but he couldn't... couldn't shut it away.
"... I should probably go. You won't hurt them, right?"
it happens sometimes!
Noting the scowl and the way the kedan child scurried away (though Jack was relieved to see that he was soon after engrossed once more in his snowy treat), the winter spirit studied Damian for a moment, wondering if he'd said something wrong but then went with his instinct.
"I think if you have to ask a question like that, you should probably stay," he replied. He took two empty cups and scooped them both full of snow, offering the pots of syrup for Damian to choose from. "Here, I'm going to have one too. I think I know better than to ask what's up, but I can't really expect you to talk if you're busy eating anyway."
It does.
He Tted quietly at the remark about needing to ask the question. "I've seen people do a lot with little provocation." And he trusted nobody. Or... nearly nobody. The question was actually as close to trust as Damian came, to such a recent acquaintance. That it was not taken... well, what did he even care?
His eyebrow arched up at the offer.
"This is just... snow with flavor?"
/pets Damian
He glanced sidelong as Damian as he made a tutting noise. It wasn't that Jack didn't appreciate the trust being offered, so much as he wanted to reciprocate something back for it. And while Damian had by no stretch given Jack any indication of wanting that kind of return, the winter teen still felt it was right to give.
"Yeah... seems like you would have. And that's right, snow with flavour! Forerunner to popsicles and freezies everywhere."
...booohiss!
Then he tilted his head, frowning. "Why would anyone want that?"
... he may be a very picky eater, really. Not Jack's fault, of the fault of what he offered.
ahahaha
The winter teen took a bite of his own, grinning after he'd swallowed it. "Because it tastes good."
>.<
It had been a long time since anybody other than Grayson and maybe Pennyworth had told him stories, and even they had to spoonfeed them to him. So he, basically, didn't recognize the hint.
Then he rolled his eyes. "How good can snow with flavor taste? That's stupid."
It wasn't said with the explicit intent to offend. Just with the kind of conviction that came with believing - or disbelieving - something.
Re: >.<
He held out one of the cups of flavoured snow to Damian with a wicked grin. "If you think that's true, taste some and prove me wrong," he challenged. "Until you do, it's all just speculation, right?"
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Beat.
"Other than the tides, I suppose."
He stared down at the cup, then rolled his eyes and took it. Then took a taste.
Then shrugged. "It is not disgusting."
It was not particularly impressive, either. Then again, Damian was capricious, food-wise. He could eat whatever he had to, to survive. But he only enjoyed a very small number of foods.
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The winter teen took another bite of his, shrugging as he chewed the ice crystals. "Hey, I'll take it."
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Damian huffed, but did take another bite.
"Simple tastes, I see." It was less of an insult than a statement. A remark on a fact.
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However, the second part, he understood, and it made him tilt his head a little.
"You are not..." Slight hesitation to seek for a good word, and the one whe chose didn't quite seem right, "approving of those who amass money and influence?"
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Then he shrugged. "It's just what I've noticed from watching people."
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So, so certain the answer to that would be 'no'.
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It wasn't an unexpected answer, per se. But it was one that was sort of starting to make sense. Maybe. Tentatively.
"Are you certain?"
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Life and death, for example. But he knew very well himself that they weren't quite.
Damian shrugged. But he was - thoughtful. Considering Jack's claim. Something about it made a little more sense than usual of other things people have told him and tried to get him to do. Maybe understand.
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"Why limit yourself?"
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