BEG TO DIFFER ★ building a snowman

[⚝ GRAVEYARD]

NOW ALL YOUR LOVE IS WASTED

THEN WHO THE HELL WAS I?

Videogames was ... childish. This was an disputable fact. Videogames didn't care about being viewed that way, anyways -- as long as they didn't think that he'd take his duties as king anything but seriously. He knew how to balance his duties and his personality -- Arrowhead had looked over him, sighed, and made a point to include that in their lessons. It was very useful -- Videogames had struggled with that when Arrowhead first took him on.
.. This being said. You couldn't blame the guy for needing a reprieve of some sort. It'd been king-ly stuff all week. He was going to melt if he had to stay inside any longer. There was snow, and it was still snowing, and so snow was what Videogames was going to distract himself with. Of course -- he had to provide a good example. So, the serval strapped himself into some of said gear, sadly stripping himself of his grown and flower ring, and then sets out to the meadow, where the snow was thickest. Giddily, the serval notes that he's mid-paw in snow. .. He has a plan. There's enough snow for it!! Snowball fights were overrated anyways. .. Of course, Videogames would probably be hosting one later. Just .. not today. Today was a snowman day.
The heart of the problem was, of course, making it picture-esque. Why did some snowmen look so brown? Videogames doesn't know, but he's intent on avoiding such a travesty regardless. The first steps are simple, of course. The serval bounces back onto his hind quarters, and gathers snow into his paws. It's cold but, of course, Videogames has boots on.  He takes part of a moment to be smug about this, and then continues bundling the snowball up, as tightly as he can manage. Of course .. it's kind of lumpy, but Videogames is content with that. As gently as he can manage, almost toppling over on his unsteady weight, he plops the snowball into the snow, before settling onto all four paws. It's easy enough to just roll with his nose at first, angling his head down to nudge the ball determinedly through the fresh snow. And, gradually it grows heavier, and harder to push with his nose, at which point his neck grows tired. Videogames groans, straightens up, and then starts to push with his paws, stumbling awkwardly all the while. Altogether, making a snowman is much more monotonous than Videogames remembers it being. But, after a long minute, the puffing serval has his snowman base, nearing the size of Videogames himself. Not quite. But almost.
.. But it's only the bottom, he realizes.
He has the middle and head to do.
"Fuck," He groans under his breath, hanging his head and pouting. Making a snowman is far more exhausting than he remembers it being.

＃forsaken

[VAPORWAVE]

“ IF YOU'RE LEAVING BABY LET ME DOWN SLOWLY! ”

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?"

                                                     

[SIGMUND]

Children were not something Sigmund adored, nor were people who acted as children acted, but Videogames was an exception. Somewhat. There were always things that bothered him about other people, but the serval bothered him less than most. At least he took his leadership seriously. That was all the wolf cared about, really, was politics and facts. That was just his personality, he supposed.

He had recently donned a new white jacket and black scarf, something not quite characteristic of him but something that was necessary in the frigid cold. He had skipped over boots, though. Boots were awful. They cramped his paws. Another awful thing was the snow. Snow was just not quite his style. It was much too cold and it got everywhere and made you wet, all of which Sigmund hated. Winter was not a good season. But, he supposed, there was always a silver lining in everything bad, and there was a silver lining to the white snow blanketing their territory.

It was because of small moments like these that Sigmund didn't move somewhere nice and warm where it never snowed, as he had lived in before. While he missed the sanguine sands of his old desert home, he had never seen a small serval struggle with a giant snowball back then, and it was quite a sight.
"Do you need some help with that?" he asked. His tone was mocking in the endearing sort of way, like an older sibling teasing the younger. Of course, he only felt superior because he was taller. Videogames still outranked him, but that was fine. He just liked messing with the serval from time to time.

His ears pricked as snow crunched under Ian's paws. Sigmund already felt heat in his throat. God, that slacker was here? Of course it was unavoidable seeing him- they lived in the same clan -but the maned wolf held a certain distaste for him that most others could not garner from him. The maned wolf's ears flicked back along his skull for a moment just at seeing the serval, but he was also Videogames's kid, wasn't he? Just a kid. He reminded himself for what must have been the thousandth time that children were prone to procrastination and daydreaming, and that was why Ian never seemed to get anything done, but the frustration lingered. Maybe if there was one thing the child could complete, it would be a snowman.

Either way, Sigmund's neutral demeanor quickly restored itself to his face, and he waited to see if Videogames would confirm or deny his child's assumption. It was obviously a snowman- no one just rolled out a giant snowball -but that was fine. It was a child, after all.

[⚝ GRAVEYARD]

NOW ALL YOUR LOVE IS WASTED

THEN WHO THE HELL WAS I?

Videogames found it hard to see flaws in people. Or saying no to people. Which is probably why Videogames let Lemy have his way so often, or why he sucked so bad at scolding or otherwise denying Ian. Damn if he didn't try sometimes, but Videogames was a pushover at the worst of times. (that hadn't been something that Arrowhead had been able to train him out of, because then he'd been, well .. dead.
Videogames hadn't realized just how much he relied on Arrowhead to straighten up 'till he was gone.)
"Oh thank god," Videogames puffs out upon seeing two of his groupmates. Sigmund, of whom Videogames enjoyed seeing around, and Ian, who Videogames probably loved with his whole heart. His tail begins waving in a very dog-like fashion as he grins crookedly at them.
"Sure is!" He tells Ian cheerily, and then nods his head in sheer relief at the kid's offer. Videogames thinks that he'd probably die before successfully completing the snowman by himself, which was a real shame, 'cause snowmen were fun and who the hell would lead if Videogames died? Lemy?? Videogames loved Lemy, he really did, but jesus christ that'd end in absolute chaos. Also, dying from making a snowman would be an absolutely humiliating way to go out.
Videogames, while he doesn't miss the brief flattening of Sigmund's ears upon Ian's arrival, finds that he doesn't particularly care. Not liking people was reasonable, even if it was Ian and what was wrong with Ian?? Videogames, however, was a reasonable person(sometimes), and decides that worrying about it wasn't worth it. So, he sticks his tongue out at Sigmund, squeezing his eyes shut. If he were in an even more childish mood, he might have blown a raspberry or something. But he isn't, thank god.
".... Yes," Videogames decides after a noticeable pause. God. He still needs stuff for the snowman's face!!! A scarf!! A hat!! This was all very important and was being forgotten.

＃forsaken

[SIGMUND]

Sigmund wasn't sure that there was anyone he loved with his whole heart. In fact, he was nearly certain that there wasn't. He had never been the social type, despite often concerning his interests with how other people acted. He just didn't seem to get along well with most. It was a shame, really. Perhaps if he would have been born with a better temperament he would have been fun to be around.

The canine chuckled at Videogames's relief. Making snowmen wasn't that hard, was it? It wasn't enough to kill anyone, certainly, though he supposed he wouldn't be surprised. Some idiot must have been stupid enough to get killed by a giant snowball. The image was almost enough to evoke another laugh, but he held it in. There was no need to get too worked up over it.

His attention was drawn away from his thoughts and towards the tongue sticking out at him. What a child. But, Videogames was a child in the endearing sort of way, something most children were not. He cracked a small grin.
"What would you like me to do, then?" he asked, surveying the area. There was only one snowball so far, so maybe he could start another? But knowing the serval, there could be something much more interesting than that, and he was willing to wait for it.