Let it snow Let it snow Let it snow

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[Little Nami may not have liked all the open space when the DR first changed, but that's long past. These days she cant get enough of it. The open spaces and freedom to roam have had a very positive effect on her. She's coming out of her shell a little more all the time, something that didn't happen to older her for several more years.

She's currently enjoying playing outside in the snow, dressed all warm and attempting to build a small snowman.]

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[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[His "dad" drops him off to let him stretch his legs a little, and he fumbles forward, fully bundled. After some bidding, he leaves, and he makes his way over to her.

And then trips on an unseen stone, faceplanting into the snow.]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[She saw the whole thing, and just starts giggling at him before hurrying over to help him up.]

're you okay?

[She's even started speaking above a whisper lately. Strange how a little open space can change how a person acts.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

'm okay.

[He dusts himself off, trying to shake it off from his hair.]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[Helps get some of the snow out of his hair for him, still giggling a little. You're funny, best friend.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

What're you doin?

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

Playing. I don't get to see the snow often. I like it.

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

As in never?

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

I saw it in the rooms in the old Dressing Room. But never like this before.

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

I played here with mom and dad before.

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

What'd you play?

[What sort of games do you play in the snow? She doesn't know, aside from making things out of snow.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

Snow balls?

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[Blink.]

Snow balls?

[Why make balls out of snow? ._.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[He's grinning and making a snow ball....


THROWS IT RIGHT AT HER AND FLEES]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[O_O


.................CHASES!!!]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, laughing and spooning up more snow. AIM, FIRE.]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[Squeals and tries to dodge, though it still hits her shoulder, and scoops up some snow to aim at the back of his head.

Unfortunately though, she kind of fails at physical activities for now and kind of sucks at aiming. So she'll probably miss ;;]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[Yep, miss. Reload, fires back at her again!]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[Sob. She needs more practice at fun things ;;

And she needs more practice at dodging. SNOW IN HER FAAAACE

Yelps and wipes it off.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[This is him making a snow fort :T]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[Oooh, that she could be good at. She may not be good at aiming, but she is good at making things!

She'll get to work making her own as well! :D]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[His is the shoddiest thing ever, but he's packing up on ammo.]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[Well she needs good defenses to make up for her horrible aim, and the fact that he hasn't missed her once ;;

Brb being the best snow fort she can in the shortest amount of time before working on making more snowballs.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[SURPRISE ATTACK!]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[Noooo! Protect me, snow fort!]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[THIS ATTACK IS RELENTLESS.]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[HIDES IN HER SNOW FORT FOREVER ;;]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[And then sudden ceasefire. Huh.]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[....Huh?




............Peeeeeeeks over the wall of her fort...]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[WHAM.]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[SHE'S HIT! RIGHT IN THE FACE AGAIN.

Topples backwards into the snow with a squeal.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[There's happy laughter from the shoddy snowfort. \o/

But he'll let her hit him this time.]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[...B|




...Picks up the snowballs she made, AND CHARGES RIGHT AT HIM. She sucks at aiming/throwing so she'll make sure that she hits him this time.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[AAAAA PANICS AND MAKES A BREAK FOR IT GET HIM GET HIM]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[THROWS SOME AT HIM WHEN HE TRIES TO GET AWAY, BUT KEEPS CHASING. SHE'S SAVING A FEW TO HIT HIM WITH ONCE SHE'S CAUGHT HIM.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[Oop one hit his shoulder, you're almost there!]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[She only has two left, and she's throwing one of them to hopefully hit the back of his head.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[Success! Down he goes! Faceplant again!]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[SUCCESS! Runs over, giggling, and falls to her knees next to him, waiting for him to turn over.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[Grumbles through a face full of snow :|]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[Waits until he's turned over...Before stuffing that last snowball down his shirt :D]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[YELPS AAAAAA JUMPS UP AND DOWN, TRYING TO GET IT OUT WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT]

Cold! COLD! GET IT OUT!

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[Payback for the surprise snowball in the face when she had no idea what a snowball fight was :|

But she giggles and helps get it out now that she's had her fun.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[S-shivers ;;]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

[:C

Hugs him to try to help him get warm.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

T-that wasn't fair--

[TEETH CHATTERING]

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

Sorry...

[Yeah, she feels bad now :c]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

'm okay. I wanna warm up though.

[missing-crayon.livejournal.com]

Wanna go inside?

[dividedright.livejournal.com]

[ It's taken him a while to get used to living here. Knowing there's no way back, the doubles, the people who act like they know him and the people who act like they don't. Of course, the people he thinks he knows. That hit him hardest. But eventually, he settled in. Enough that he doesn't quite wince in as pronounced of a manner when he sees the little Naminé. Hey, there's even a little smile as he approaches her and takes a kneel. ]

Hey, whatcha making?