92. Snowballs

[corrinesbell]

[rooftop ninja is rooftop. Traveling by rooftop today, actually, and stopping on a convenient one near the 'center' of the village, where most of the activity will be. She will then spend the next few minutes building ammunition before sniping at people she knows with snowballs. And maybe a few people she doesn't know, too, just for fun. Did she hit you? She's a pretty good shot]

Comments

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Not exactly.

[corrinesbell]

I'm going home.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

I'll go with you. You smacked your head pretty good from the looks of it.

[corrinesbell]

I'm fine.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

And you'd say you were fine if you bleeding to death with your arm hacked off, I'm going with you.

[corrinesbell]

...No I wouldn't. That's pretty obviously not fine.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

I was using hyperbole.

[corrinesbell]

[yeah. Sure. Maybe you just know her too well. Anyway, headed home now, go ahead and accompany. Probably a good idea]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Well, he'd be a really bad boyfriend if he didn't get her tough act by now. He'd feel really guilty if she had a concussion or something and he just ditched her. So, /follow.]

[corrinesbell]

[going immediately to the kitchen, with her mind on tea...but her body sitting her down in a chair instead]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Mmm, want some tea?

[corrinesbell]

Yeah.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

All right, I'll go make some.

[and he does. It's pretty good, but not, you know, super awesome mizuho tea.]

[corrinesbell]

[it'll be good enough. She just wants to warm up a little]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Zelos Wilder: champion of good enough. He plops down in a chair by her, trying not to stare.]

[corrinesbell]

[takes a few sips of the tea before looking up at him]

What?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Nothing.

[Oh, I feel like a douchebag because I got you hurt and I'm worried about you cracking your head.]

[corrinesbell]

[hey, she can still argue, it can't be that bad. She's definitely looking worse for wear though]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Well, if Sheena couldn't argue, he'd be howling over the journals for Raine.]

Mmm, I hope you don't like, have a concussion or something.

[corrinesbell]

[staring off at the far wall for about another minute, then she looks at him]

What?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

You know, when you whack your head really hard. It makes your head fuzzy.

[corrinesbell]

You mean a concussion?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

That's what I said, yes.

[corrinesbell]

Oh.

[she's kind of squinting at you]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

You're sure you're okay?