damned_institute | Day 55: Courtyard [4th Shift]

Talking with friends usually put Anise in a better mood, but the subjects that she, Guy, and Tear covered at lunch were so heavy that Anise couldn't help but feel weighed down afterward. It was hard to think and talk about the terrible things that came about from her lies. She wasn't going to cry, not now, but she felt like she needed a little space.

Fortunately, children were going out to the Courtyard today, and that sounded like a good, wide area where she could get a little alone time. The fresh air could help her mood, too.

When Anise reached the door, however, a blast of cold air rushed in at her, and all she could see outside was a blinding veil of whiteness. For a moment, she simply stared at the sight. She never saw much for snow at Landel's, but here it had already covered everything in just one day!

"You might need this," a soldier said, presenting a black jacket to her. The color and style really didn't suit Anise, but it looked expensive. She slipped it on, and while it wasn't as feminine as she liked her clothes to be, the lining actually had a nice feel to it. On the left breast, she noticed a name embroidered over it. It wasn't her name, but it was still kind of impressive that they personalized these things.

Outside, snow had settled onto every surface, like a big fluffy blanket over the ground. Anise walked along the path for a bit, creating a single set of footprints in the otherwise smooth surface. Once she was a fair distance from the doors, she diverged from the path (which was barely visible to begin with) and walked to the edge of the pond, watching the falling snowflakes disappear into the water.

It was a pretty sight, but it wasn't enough to completely take her mind off of Ion. Before long, Anise found herself wondering if it was snowing where Ion was, too. Maybe he was really far away, though...

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It was a question that Sora had probably had to ask at one point himself, and so even though it was kind of odd that his Other asked him if the snow was edible, Sora didn't laugh at him or anything. The truth of the matter was that Roxas had just never seen this stuff before, so it was no surprise that it had to be explained, right?

"Well," he started to explain as he bent down to gather more snow, packing it in as an attempt to make the snowball larger, "normally you're supposed to use them in snowball fights. You just throw them around at your friends because it's fun, and they don't really hurt if you're wearing the right clothes." These leather jackets would probably provide more than enough padding, for instance.

"Sometimes I think you even make little barricades to hide behind and then throw them back and forth like that!" He knew he wasn't describing it that well, but if anyone would be able to follow his train of thought, it would be Roxas. That was how he thought it worked, anyway.

Sora then made an attempt to toss his larger snowball up into the air and catch it, but it pretty much fell apart on the way back down, which only made him laugh. That hadn't gone so well, had it?

Barricades... right. Right! The Nobody could actually picture it: little white heaps of snow, rounded and shaped by the signs of obvious hand prints patting every inched of them. A snowball fight. He actually grinned at the idea, watching coyly out of the corner of his eyes to see if any of the soldiers were watching him -

Er. The answer was yes. And they didn't look particularly thrilled about anything, though he didn't know if that was was just them or it was because of his rank or because he was with Sora or whatever. Or maybe they could read his thoughts.

"It sounds fun, at least. I've never been in one, but I don't think they'd like it if we tried." Maybe the snow didn't actually make the best ball considering how easy it fell apart. The Nobody bent to pick his own handful of snow up, curving his fingers like he'd seen Sora do, packing it as tightly as he could as it crunched under his gloves. "Does it help if you do it harder?"

From the looks of it, Roxas wished that they could have a snowball fight too. But both of them realized that that wasn't going to be possible, and so Sora figured that they should just abandon the idea before they got too excited over it. It was sad, how they were limited in what they could do during the day, but it was always too dangerous to try anything at night. Not to mention the fact that they had better things to be doing.

Sometimes it was hard being responsible...

Sora watched as his Other started making a snowball of his own. Roxas definitely caught on fast, that was for sure! It was something they shared in common; he hadn't even taken that long to learn how to use magic, for example. "Yeah, I think so! But you don't want to crush it, either. I guess it's about putting the right amount of pressure into it." So it took practice, just like so many things. Sora held back a sigh.

There was something more tame that they could do with the snow, though. Sora had never tried it, but... "Hey, Roxas, have you ever heard of a snowman?" he asked the other boy with a tilt of his head.

Oh, he could see Sora's point. He'd put a lot of arm strength into packing the little ball together and once he removed his top hand the whole thing split apart into two neat parts. He dumped it all on the ground, brushing his gloves together to get the remnants of the powder off. He didn't want to give the soldiers any ideas, anyway.

"A snowman?" he asked, looking up from his hands. They were cold now, the fingertips kind of losing their feeling a bit, and his cheeks were red and cold, just like his ears. Why couldn't he have a cap or something? (Did they have caps?) The coat was warm, but the rest of him really wasn't! Even his feet were getting cold, but at least the snow stayed out of them pretty well. Cold and wet wasn't exactly working out well for his hair, anyway.

"Um... I think I've heard of it. It's kind of like..." he held his arms out, leveling his hand right next to his head. "This high, right? And they're like giant snowballs?" Why did he know this? He'd never seen snow before, but once Sora had popped the question into the air, it was like he could visualize one. "Do you want to make one?"

Oh, it seemed like Roxas' attempt at making a snowball had also failed. Sora pouted for a moment, even though it didn't really matter. Besides, if the weather stayed like this then they were going to have all sorts of opportunities to practice. It had never really been warm here at Landel's in the first place, but this was definitely the coldest that he had ever seen it.

Luckily, it seemed that his Other had some idea of what a snowman was, and was also following along with Sora's train of thought. No surprise there, though. "Yeah, well... I'd like to, but..."

He paused then, pulling a hand up to rub at the back of his head awkwardly. He somehow managed to do it without knocking his beret off, though the hairpins he'd been provided definitely helped with that. "The thing is, even though I know how one looks, I don't really know how to make one." He'd seen them all around Christmastown, but he'd never had the time to ask someone to teach him.

It was definitely a shame, but maybe if the two of them worked together they could figure it out? He wondered if it was even a two person job. Just how did you make snowballs that big, anyway?

Day 55: Courtyard [4th Shift]

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