If you feel like night is falling
He'd made a point to travel here before the long night descended, in no way wanting to stagger around the frost of Halo in the depths of the dark, never mind the severe cold it brings. He's not sure he would have found a willing pilot even if he had. So he's left most of his puffy jackets and snow boots at Melita's house, in complete opposite of her arrival to his place whereupon she raids his closet and coat rack.
Goose lopes after the bioluminescent seafoam, snorting excessively as he snaps at the blue glitter, trying to catch it with as much success as a cat and a laser pointer. Iskra smirks as he saunters after him, hands shoved in the pockets of his rolled up pants, barefeet picking out a slow and idle path, his favorite sort to take beside her. A tiny squall ruffles the collar of his open button up, a pattern of pineapples and cocktails with umbrellas a nice contrast to the blue, a plain white t shirt on underneath. "Well, hot springs might be nice, but not much beats getting to stroll a beach in DeepFrost barefoot," he admits with a slant to his smile as he looks over at her.
"Might have to make it a habit of shacking up here every cold season, and you can run from the heat in Halo." He doubts she has much issue with the heat, what with all her affinity for setting things on fire, but he puts the offer out regardless as an opportunity for them to keep trading time and visits.
Goose lopes after the bioluminescent seafoam, snorting excessively as he snaps at the blue glitter, trying to catch it with as much success as a cat and a laser pointer. Iskra smirks as he saunters after him, hands shoved in the pockets of his rolled up pants, barefeet picking out a slow and idle path, his favorite sort to take beside her. A tiny squall ruffles the collar of his open button up, a pattern of pineapples and cocktails with umbrellas a nice contrast to the blue, a plain white t shirt on underneath. "Well, hot springs might be nice, but not much beats getting to stroll a beach in DeepFrost barefoot," he admits with a slant to his smile as he looks over at her.
"Might have to make it a habit of shacking up here every cold season, and you can run from the heat in Halo." He doubts she has much issue with the heat, what with all her affinity for setting things on fire, but he puts the offer out regardless as an opportunity for them to keep trading time and visits.
Iskra
I wanna be the one you're calling
