<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;"> It seemed that Marley would never understand or truly forgive why he went to fight. And he would never ask for forgiveness, but would always be willing to explain if she ever tried to listen. He wasn't happy with how he turned out because of it, but he couldn't argue with the results. Sure the world was a lot worse off, but that was better than it not being there anymore.<br/><br/> A big asteroid field where the planet used to be was no bueno in his eyes. He continued to Terminator his way over to the stuck woman, pure mischief on his face as she told him that it wasn't all that funny. Which caused him to shake his head. "You're right. It's not funny...it's fucking <em>hilarious</em>," he said with a smile and a chuckle as one foot led the other in a straight line, leaving a thick valley of knee height snow behind him. <br/><br/>She said his voice like a strict parent or girlfriend who knew she didn't want any of what he was bringing, but it only spurred him on harder. Finally, as she tried in vain to free herself, he was upon her with his snowball of victory held high. Then his laughter paused when he realized Marley was turning purple, and she was definitely not dressed to be out here. He'd been so happy that he completely ignored what was going on. Even though Marley healed, she felt the pain. <br/><br/>She'd feel the pain of her hands going numb from all the snow, and her extremities turning all icy from being out here like it was daylight and the sun was beating down on them. With a sigh, he dropped his snowball, rubbed his hands on his clothes for a bit, then reached out and easily plucked her from the snow. Now she was in his arms, held there with as little effort as possible, but his smile still remained. <br/><br/>"You shoulda told me you were freezin' cold girl. I know you heal from everything but this can't be comfortable, even as fun as snow in the desert is. Come on, lemme warm you up," he said with a smile and headed toward shelter and warmth with her still held close to his chest, one hand cupping her butt and the other her back. The snowball fight was finished, but that didn't mean the fun had to be over. At least not in his mind; and hopefully, not in hers either.<br/></span>