11-16-2018, 01:44 AM
NOW ALL YOUR LOVE IS WASTED
THEN WHO THE HELL WAS I?
Unlike a lot of people, Videogames was fond of the cold. He'd honestly been waiting for this for a while, now. He liked the gear(despite having to shed unnecessary accessories), the blankets, hot chocolate. It was a cozy time of the year!! This may be a little uncharacteristic of him, being a serval. But, serval he may be, it didn't stop him from enjoying diving head-first into the snow.
He understands other people don't share this opinion, though. Which really just means that Videogames has to work twice as hard to keep the people happy, which is fine with him, really. He was happy to start setting up hot chocolate stands or more clothes. He'd probably have to procure more blankets, too. ... Maybe something like a space heater for everybody. He's not sure. He'll have to think about it more.
... Sigmund, however, is a recognizable member. Videogames' ears prick as he takes in the canine's figure, and then stretches himself out. He looks fine. Fine in the 'could be better' sort of way. Which was a little sad, but also understandable.
...
After a moment of concentration, there's a thermos of hot chocolate in Videogames' paws. Did Sigmund like hot chocolate? He's not sure, but it wouldn't be hard for him to fetch a different drink.
"Hey, bro!" He greets, haphazardly swinging his front paws out to offer the thermos. In his attempt, he unbalances himself and lands in the snow with a soft thwump. He squawks loudly, scrabbling to lift himself out of it, still making panicked noises, then aggressively shakes his pelt free of the snow. Jesus, it's cold.
.. "D -- Do you want a hot chocolate? Or .. something else?" Videogames grins too widely in his attempt to play it off like it didn't happen. Well, at least he made an attempt.
He understands other people don't share this opinion, though. Which really just means that Videogames has to work twice as hard to keep the people happy, which is fine with him, really. He was happy to start setting up hot chocolate stands or more clothes. He'd probably have to procure more blankets, too. ... Maybe something like a space heater for everybody. He's not sure. He'll have to think about it more.
... Sigmund, however, is a recognizable member. Videogames' ears prick as he takes in the canine's figure, and then stretches himself out. He looks fine. Fine in the 'could be better' sort of way. Which was a little sad, but also understandable.
...
After a moment of concentration, there's a thermos of hot chocolate in Videogames' paws. Did Sigmund like hot chocolate? He's not sure, but it wouldn't be hard for him to fetch a different drink.
"Hey, bro!" He greets, haphazardly swinging his front paws out to offer the thermos. In his attempt, he unbalances himself and lands in the snow with a soft thwump. He squawks loudly, scrabbling to lift himself out of it, still making panicked noises, then aggressively shakes his pelt free of the snow. Jesus, it's cold.
.. "D -- Do you want a hot chocolate? Or .. something else?" Videogames grins too widely in his attempt to play it off like it didn't happen. Well, at least he made an attempt.