02-09-2019, 07:13 PM
JUST STANDING WAITING FOR THE PUNCHES
Tomorrow had done his fair share of accidentally pelting with snowballs; accidental being the key word. He was almost entirely certain Brendan still hadn't forgiven him for that, but Hayley had taken it in stride. He thought back to that moment a bit fondly, remembering it as the start of the genuine trust he held in her.
Still, he wasn't exactly all for those sorts of... Entrances. He liked to not cause a stir, and nowadays he flew mostly under the radar. Most everybody knew him as the dog guy who kept to himself, and Tomorrow was fine with that.
Snow-dusted scarf pulled up to his nose and the hood of his coat drawn over his head, he looked comfortable and entirely belonging in the snow. Jeremiah trailed behind him, the only one of his dogs who wasn't being cooped up in the lodge for one reason or another.
He hadn't really been doing anything productive, just taking a walk to sooth his nerves. He might've gone a bit far from the lodge, but he was armed well enough to defend himself against raiders or animals. Luckily all the bears were still in hibernation; they'd be a bitch to deal with once the snow started thawing and spring came in full swing.
He heard shouting and noticed a silhouette in the distance; someone he didn't recognize, seemingly looking down the hillside at people who's voices Tomorrow did recognize. Forcing himself to approach, he didn't unsling his rifle and let out a quick whistle to remind Jeremiah to stay close, which also announced his presence. Well, shit.
He felt loose, more casual and less anxious than normal. Seeing Hayley gripping her gun prepared to shoot fried that good mood, and Tomorrow reached for his rifle nervously before deciding it was unnecessary. The man was introducing himself, and flirting a bit with Micah; or maybe that's how this Ezra always addressed people?
"Three, and she's down there with the shotgun." Tomorrow said softly, approaching from behind the apparent joiner. He tilted his head, offering an anxious but sort-of welcoming smile which he didn't realize was hidden behind his scarf.
Still, he wasn't exactly all for those sorts of... Entrances. He liked to not cause a stir, and nowadays he flew mostly under the radar. Most everybody knew him as the dog guy who kept to himself, and Tomorrow was fine with that.
Snow-dusted scarf pulled up to his nose and the hood of his coat drawn over his head, he looked comfortable and entirely belonging in the snow. Jeremiah trailed behind him, the only one of his dogs who wasn't being cooped up in the lodge for one reason or another.
He hadn't really been doing anything productive, just taking a walk to sooth his nerves. He might've gone a bit far from the lodge, but he was armed well enough to defend himself against raiders or animals. Luckily all the bears were still in hibernation; they'd be a bitch to deal with once the snow started thawing and spring came in full swing.
He heard shouting and noticed a silhouette in the distance; someone he didn't recognize, seemingly looking down the hillside at people who's voices Tomorrow did recognize. Forcing himself to approach, he didn't unsling his rifle and let out a quick whistle to remind Jeremiah to stay close, which also announced his presence. Well, shit.
He felt loose, more casual and less anxious than normal. Seeing Hayley gripping her gun prepared to shoot fried that good mood, and Tomorrow reached for his rifle nervously before deciding it was unnecessary. The man was introducing himself, and flirting a bit with Micah; or maybe that's how this Ezra always addressed people?
"Three, and she's down there with the shotgun." Tomorrow said softly, approaching from behind the apparent joiner. He tilted his head, offering an anxious but sort-of welcoming smile which he didn't realize was hidden behind his scarf.
'cus it don't make a difference anyway
tags - 26yrs - 6'1 - he/him - representative of fl
tags - 26yrs - 6'1 - he/him - representative of fl
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