11-16-2018, 01:13 AM
“ IF YOU'RE LEAVING BABY LET ME DOWN SLOWLY! â€Â
There was much to say about Ian's own maturity. His lack of responsibility made the line between work and play blur into non-existence. This got him into trouble more times than can be counted. Normally, he'd just blow it off as people being stingy. Blissfully choosing ignorance over how bothersome his pranks could become. Not many people possessed the ability to talk him down. His father was one of the few. Maybe it was because the two had such similar traits, albeit one taking it a few steps farther.
I can't believe it's so cold…
Ian huffed to himself as he traveled over the dense snow. The cold was an unforgiving one, and despite the servals love of winter, he wasn't a fan of how hard it was to get around. Despite this, he kept on going relatively cheerful in his new snow gear.
The weather was ripe for an ambush snowball fight. He made a quick mental note of that for later. As the youth bounded across the powdery snow, he was stopped dead in his tracks by the cursing of a familiar voice.
A smile slowly broke across his maw as the serval made a sharp turn and headed in the voices direction. He slowly emerged from the brush with eyes glittering in curiosity. As suspected, Videogames was seen messing around with something. It looked like he was rolling out a huge snowball.
Watching for a brief second, Ian tilted his head and approached further. "Whatcha doin?" His voice was singsong as he circled his father's project. Suddenly, his hazel eyes brightened in a flash. "Are you making a snowman? Holy cow, can I help?"