quietmounds | (no subject)

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WHAT Christmas in July
WHERE Every-fucking-where
WHEN Day 141 & 142

[IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR. It's . . . well, time doesn't really work well here anyway, but it's been 'a while' since the last 'festive activities' so that's what's happening, right here, right now.

It's still warm enough for shorts and t-shirts, but there's also big fat snowflakes falling from the sunny sky, making piles of it that are pleasantly cool and don't seem to melt. Skating rinks! Palm trees and cacti decorated with pretty sparkly lights! Do we even have those? We do today.

Besides that, you can do whatever you want to, to get into the #mood:

Mistletoe? Mistletoe for kissing, for cuddling, for whatever?
Mysterious gifts with your name on them that turn out to be a long-lost item from your childhood?
Blankets that you get trapped under until someone joins you in there to cuddle?
[insert your fun here]

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It's not exactly considerate, no. This place usually isn't.

Yeah . . . It checks out, at least.

[quickly flipping down the uneven pages]

[he's being polite, not looking over to see even though he's curious. he stops to crouch down instead, dragging his fingers through the snow]

[sighs, making a big production of sliding over and making room on the ledge for T'Challa]

...

[he glances up, stunned for a moment, but collects himself and shuffles over to lean against the window. there's not that much room, and they're big guys, so, shoulders are maybe just slightly bumping]

Mama is from the plains, where the women sing their stories. I always liked that best.

[makes a face, leaning away]

Ma was born and bred in Oakland. Never even left California. She tripped hard when we went camping.

[you're the one that invited him up, geez]

I assume you mean in a good way.

[didn't invite you to touch me!!!]

No, the bad way. The "what do we need a latrine for, we aren't staying out for more than a day, right?" way.

[he laughs lightly at that]

Yes, that would be quite alarming.

She picked up fishing, okay. Couldn't get into hunting, definitely thought about going vegetarian after that.

[what is this conversation he doesn't know. shifts a little, just shuffling his feet]

I've always found the premise of American sport hunting distasteful.

[glancing at him]

Wasn't American, it was Wakandan. Hunting to eat and survive.

[nodding, very awkwardly]

I was speaking of the practice in general.

[LISTEN IM SORRY WE'RE NEVER TALKING ABOUT THE SAME THING I'M TRYING GIVE A BROTHER A BREAK]

Wouldn't know, didn't really run in those circles. For, you know, reasons.

[o... ok just nods again, dropping his gaze]

[slinging his bag off his back, carefully burying the book under his clothes before shrugging it back on]

[glancing up, sort of just... waiting for Erik to walk off]

[purely icon, idk man]

[well I mean, the chance is like 50/50 right. sort of.

looks at his feet again when Erik doesn't make to leave]

What did you like to do, as a child?

Edited 2018-07-17 05:00 (UTC)

Sports. Basketball, soccer, swimming, track— I was over all of them.

[trying a smile, his voice just slightly teasing]

Were you any good?

One of the best. Pissed off the coaches and recruiters.

Your attitude, or their envy and scorn for your success?

Attitude. And I kept turning them down, didn't have time to mess with them.

That makes sense.

And now?