chikaidestroyer | ∞ 90: Snowy springs [action]

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∞ 90: Snowy springs [action]

[Takes place on the 28th.

Part of him is still surprised he made the suggestion a few days ago. If he tried to look for excuses, he could think of many -- the season, the new arrival of an ocean, the constant talk about holidays and good cheer. But whatever the reason, he had suggested to his housemates that they take their gift exchanging to an admittedly strange location: the mountain hot springs. And they had all agreed to it.

So in the early morning, he can be found in the clothing store looking for ... a pair of slippers. By noon, he will be on the way to the rec center to try out the teleporter and scope out the mountain hot springs for the first time.

And by mid-afternoon, he will be up in the mountains with his brother and Raine. Belatedly celebrating a holiday they don't know. Perhaps even celebrating the plaza fountain returning to normal after being shifted to resemble Bil for four days.]

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You did such an excellent job the last time we went out. Perhaps you should be designated as firewood gatherer from now on.

E-excellent? [What part of what he'd done was excellent?] You could at least designate someone who can lift an ax.

With some practice, I'm sure you'll be fine. I can even think of someone who can help you with lessons on proper chopping.

He is just being awfully modest, Raine. You should have seen him at work out there.

[...this is a battle he has already lost. He probably deserves it for the duck thing, but Albert is still a jerk.]

Yeah. Should've seen me.

I'm a little disappointed I didn't, but I suppose these things happen.

This conversation is making me reconsider your gift, Caesar. You could use a pair of work gloves.

[Caesar picks up the duck and absently throws it in Albert's direction again. He doesn't care if it hits or not.]

My dear brother, you have my sincerest apologies if we all freeze to death this winter.

Edited 2011-01-08 04:04 (UTC)

[She gives a slight shake of her head at the flying toy.] I doubt anything so drastic as that would happen.

[The duck doesn't hit him this time, instead landing with a little splash near Albert. He snorts, wings twitching behind him.] At least we have a scapegoat should the situation turn grim.

[Huff.] It would be your fault for relying on me to chop wood.

You should have more confidence in yourself, Caesar. I'm sure your brother only means well.

[Oh, it's so hard to fight back that smirk.] Of course.

I don't doubt that at all. [...he says, splashing water at his "well-meaning" brother.]

You're taking your new responsibilities so well.

[Again, Albert lifts a hand to rub at his face after Caesar's splash, this time also running his hand through his further-dampened hair.] I knew you would someday understand the meaning of hard work.

Edited 2011-01-08 08:22 (UTC)

[Another splash, but this one isn't meant to hit anyone. It's really more of a splash in frustration.]

Don't get your hopes up.

[Unlike the Silverbergs, Raine's hair is hardly damp at all, save from the steam. As if she'd submerge herself completely even in this kind of water.]

I'm sure you'll be fine.

Indeed. You can be so resilient when you try, Caesar. [The operative word should be obvious there.]

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