<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 9th - 3:05am</strong></span><br/><em>Garage &gt; Tree Swing</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://img.discogs.com/FiP3LlzfCZUXH3OKK_fNO6GRA2s=/600x745/smart/filters:strip_icc():format(jpeg):mode_rgb():quality(90)/discogs-images/A-2796262-1412178013-1149.jpeg.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Tank Top, Coveralls(around his waist) Sweats, Boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong> Snowball fight...fuck it.<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> "Yeah, yeah. I know you can handle it. But I also know that you <em>feel</em> pain before you heal. There's a reason I like that it's hard to hurt me...nobody likes pain. Well some people do, but they're sexual deviants who need a healthcare professional," he joked with a soft smile before he reached her. He was starting to shiver a bit, as he definitely wasn't dressed for the cold. But he had a little while left before the effects really started to set.<br/><br/> But they'd be back inside and warm by then so it wasn't a concern that was weighing heavily on his mind. "You <em>will</em> be fine, but you're not right now. So hush it and let me pamper you." When her nearly frozen hands brushed against his hips, a tingle sparked through his whole body. And not only because of the cold. His mind went to the same place hers did for a brief moment. They hadn't been this close, physically or emotionally in some time. <br/><br/>When she said his name...<em>how</em> she said his name, almost made him root to the spot. He loved it when she growled out his name, and it made him stare deep into her blues with his own hazel eyes. Even when he felt the cold of her purple hands on his face, he barely responded, as he continued to stare into her. "Yes. A truce. Ceasefire...armistice." Her hands fell away, but the intense staring match between them showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. <br/><br/>"We both feel...<em>good</em>," was all his muddled brain could manage. Slowly, he nodded his head when she mentioned the obvious, that he'd made it snow for her. "I did. You like snow. And I haven't done anything nice for a while and...and I." He couldn't help it, and nor did he care to. With her still in his arms, he leaned down and planted his lips against hers. <br/><br/></span><br/>