[OPEN] Red, blue, orange and green. No yellow snow cones!

[wintershepherd]

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.

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[wintershepherd]

"Friends," is the simple, easy reply.

[demon_brat]

Damian opened his mouth to argue - and then promptly frowned, considering.

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?"

[wintershepherd]

"I'm as sure as I can be," Jack answered. "Nothing's ever 100% for sure, right?"

[demon_brat]

"I do not know. I think some things are supposed to be that certain, but..."

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.

[wintershepherd]

Jack just contentedly munched on his snowcone. "Well, that's probably more thinking than I should have done in one afternoon," he said lightly.

[demon_brat]

Damian gave him a flat stare.

"Why limit yourself?"

[wintershepherd]

"How do you mean?" Jack asked curiously.

[demon_brat]

"You said 'enough thinking for the day' or something like it," no, he could quote verbatim, he just didn't, "and I'm asking - why set a limit to yourself that way?"

[wintershepherd]

"It's not a limit," Jack said wryly. "It's just the way I like to do things. I just want to lay here in the sun and enjoy my snowcone. I don't have to be thinking about something to do that, right?"

[demon_brat]

">Tt.< I suppose you do not have to be, no."

Condescending? Yep.

[wintershepherd]

But Jack doesn't seem to mind, looking almost like he's ready to sleep right where he lays.

"Mhm."

[demon_brat]

... what.

Damian just. Left his barely nibbled cup of colored snow back on the table, shook his head, and shrugged.

"Fine."

And turned to go, since obviously this conversation wasn't going anywhere useful.