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Mid-Winter Festival; Everyone invited!
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    Soleil did not move from her place overlooking the frozen pond as she heard more and more people arriving. She dared not to turn and look more in fear than anything else. With her green eyes glued to the wintry scenery before her, she took another sip of the hot, bitter coffee. Besides the growing noise in the background that was the result of the, the scene was calming.

    Suddenly, breaking her calming scene, someone yelled, “Watch Out.” Soleil had hardly heard it nor was she trying to pay attention to other people when she felt a cold object hit her square in the back. Soleil watched unwillingly as some of her coffee sloshed forward over the cup and into the snow below.

    “What the hell,” Soleil said to herself. Her words more or less sounded like, “What zhe ‘ell,” due to her heavy French accent. Trying not to turn so fast as it would spill more of what she thought was her delicious coffee; she tried to find the source of what apparently was a snow ball.

    Her green eyes narrowed on one individual. He had short, dark brown hair and wide blue eyes. “You,” Soleil stated with her accent as she began to move her feet toward the gentleman. She did not look happy, not particularly anyway. Who would when someone had just thrown, by accident or not, a snowball at them and they spilled their drink? “Did you throw that ball of snow at me?”

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    The closest she had ever gotten to ice skating had been watching it on TV. Truthfully, it seemed like a very majestic sport, full of coordination and balance. Chou had always been awed by it, and how beautiful the skaters had made it look, whether solo or with a partner. But, that was all she knew about ice skating. Back home, she’d never been given the chance.
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    Smiling at the person behind the counter as they gave her the pair of ice skates, Chou thanked them before heading over toward Will and sitting down on the bench next to him. Will, himself, appeared to be just as excited as her; she had noted that he looked like a little kid, given candy, and hadn’t stopped smiling since he’d gotten his hands on the skates.
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    She couldn’t help but beam, herself, though it had more to do with his previous statement than the skates she was putting on. To be honest, she wasn’t used to people accepting her so openly and willingly. Earlier, she had been a little scared that her own clumsiness, which he had witnessed, would put her down as some sort of weirdo in his book. Yet, he had completely shocked her by saying he viewed her as a friend! Already! Which meant, they’d gotten off on the right foot, and she was extremely relieved to know that.
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    Thankfully, from where they sat, on the bench, the large pond, or lake, was only a few feet away. There was even a railing set up leading to it. Chou got to her feet rather wobbly, and stared down at the skates she had fastened on. This… won’t be too difficult, right? She gulped, and reached for the handrail.
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    <font color=steelblue>“I--I’m ready,”</font> she told Will, with more confidence than she felt.

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After fidgeting with his laces for a couple of minutes, Will finally gets his skates tied, the slight cold in his hands not really working to his favor at the moment. Should have brought his gloves. Oh well. Live and learn. Finishing his task, he turns his attention back over to Chou, happy to see that she has a smile on her face. Good to see she’s having a good time, that’s for sure. Will grins as he watches the shorter girl pick herself up, albeit a little on the wobbly side. Alas, the girl’s face seems to sour ever so slightly as she struggles to get her balance. Watching as Chou grabs the handrail, Will gives his legs a quick stretch and picks himself up. Having not skated in the past couple of years, the man finds that he himself is a tad on the unbalanced side, though not as bad as his brown haired friend is.

”I--I’m ready.”

Nodding at Chou, Will makes his way over to the handrail himself. Patting her on the shoulder to try to ease her mind, Will begins his little crash course in the oh-so funderful world of ice skating.

“Okay! Now with this being your first time out on the ice, I’m sure that you’re a little worried about falling. I know it might be tough, but the first thing you need to do is not worry about falling. If you do worry about it, it’s going to mess with your concentration and more than likely, you’re going to wind up falling anyways. Out of sight, out of mind! Or something like that.”

Will pauses briefly before continuing on with the lesson.

“OK, second thing. Don’t worry about falling! As you’ve already realized, the handrail is your friend. With that bad boy in reach, falling isn’t going to be too much of an issue. Yeah, I sound like a broken record, but it‘s just to get you into a positive mindset here.”

Skating out on the pond himself, Will casually skates ahead a few meters, making sure that the ice is nice and level. If he can point out any potential hazards to Chou before they reach them, so much the better. After all, while the handrail is your friend as the black haired man so eloquently pointed out, a twig sticking out of the frozen water or chips in the ice itself is the furthest thing from a friend when learning to skate. Smiling and nodding as everything appears to be safe, Will skates backwards to his companion, relieved that his years of youth league hockey have given him enough skill to keep from falling on his duff.

“Good news! The ice looks pretty good for the foreseeable distance. Shouldn’t give you any trouble whatsoever! Now then, keep your skates facing straight ahead and push yourself forward, like shuffling across a floor with your socks. Nice and easy. You’ve got the handrail and me here to make sure that you don’t take a tumble.”

Finishing his brief little lesson, Will looks down at Chou and smiles. She should do fine…hopefully. After all, with the rail at one side and him at the other, how much trouble can the girl get into?
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Ulysses winced as the snowball hit the woman square in the back, sending her forward and no doubt spilling some of the drink that she was holding. Then, as the French woman, he noted by the accent, spotted him he had on a look somewhat like that of a deer caught in the headlights. He snapped out of it, though, as the quite unhappy woman started to make her way towards him. He might have even cringed. Trey and himself shared a rather mournful look, before Ulysses stepped forward in efforts to meet the woman half-way.

"I am terribly, terribly sorry miss!" Ulysses began, putting more of a stress on the second 'terribly.' "I admit it a most unfortunate accident, but I'm afraid it still can't justify my terrible throwing skills... Please, if there is anything, anything at all I can do for you, just say the word and it'll be done." Ulysses said, quite a sincere expression on his face. Then suddenly he thought of something, as he glanced back to see the darkened snow where the drink had been spilled.

"Freshen your cup of coffee, perhaps?" He inquired, raising a hand lightly with the index finger extended, his eyes wide. "I am sorry." He added, lowering his hand. Trey waved a step or two behind them, his head down but eyes watching their every move, as he dusted the snow from his gloves. He really hated any kind of confrontations...
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    She felt the color drain away from her cheeks, panic beginning to fill her up to the brimming point. It was somewhat ironic, that he was trying to sooth her nerves and encourage her to do her best and be fine, yet all it seemed to be doing in making her spiral down into a hole of self doubt and terror.
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    Standing there, on wobbly legs, still clutching the railing as though it were a lifeline, Chou had to admit that as she watched Will take off in front of her, she was very envious. A little bit of her own fear seeped away, and color returned as she watched him, feeling very content just standing there and doing so.
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    It looked so graceful, ice skating. And she was in awe, unable to take her eyes off of him as he continued to survey the area before them. But, it was only a matter of time before he brought the conversation right back around to it being her turn, and she began to panic again, her heart pumping in her chest.
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    “Now then, keep your skates facing straight ahead and push yourself forward,” He instructed her.
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    M-Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea! Hesitantly, she glanced back toward where she had come, having half an idea to turn back around and go sit down and simply enjoy watching him skate (it had been fun and, not to mention, safe!). Unfortunately, she was too scared to let go of the rail, and she didn’t know how to turn around, so she was stuck there, sending ‘help me’ glances toward Will every time a little wind began to blow.
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    <font color=steelblue>“I-I can’t let go of the railing,”</font> She finally admitted, glancing over at him and looking ashamed of herself. <font color=steelblue>“I’m… I’m scared.”</font>

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Smiling as he makes his way back to Chou, Will’s grin can’t help but diminish as he notices the look of distress on the girl’s face. His gaze moving downwards, the black haired man notes the poor girl’s feet aren’t the most steady at the moment…steady being the exact opposite of the wobbling that they are currently doing. As the look of fear gradually turns to one mirroring shame, Chou finally speaks.

I-I can’t let go of the railing. I’m…I’m scared.”

Feeling for the girl, Will tries to think of the best way to go about things. With as enthusiastic as she seemed about the little adventure on the ice previously, it seems that it would be quite unfortunate if the black haired man was the only one having fun. It would be nice if he could get her to try. After all, how is she going to know if she doesn’t give it a shot, right?

But then…on the other hand, Will is able to empathize with Chou. If someone was trying to get him onto a horse to go for a little trip, Will figures that he would be feeling pretty much the same way that the poor girl in front of him is right now. True, odds are nothing THAT horrible would happen to him again, but the fear is always there, nonetheless. Opting for the gentle approach, Will smiles at the girl as he begins his little pep talk of sorts.

“It’s okay…don’t worry about it Chou.” Will replies gently, hoping to diffuse the rather difficult bomb that can be a young woman’s emotions without it blowing up in his face. “You’ve got nothing to feel embarrassed about. Believe me, you’re not the only person out there that is afraid of skating…I was afraid of it at first too. The thing is though, my older brother wouldn’t let me give up on it though. He saw the excitement in my eyes when I first heard we were going skating and he thought that I would regret it if I just gave up because of the fear. Looking back on it, I‘m glad that he pushed me to do it. Yes, I fell down a few times, but nothing too serious. A little bump or scratch here and there.”

Pausing for a moment, Will puts a comforting hand on one of Chou’s shoulders, hoping to soothe her, or at the very least be in a good position for a rescue just in case the poor girl’s nervousness eventually translates into passing out.

“In a way, I’d like to push you because you looked so excited to give skating a try. I don’t want you to be disappointed on missing out on something just because you were scared. Like I said, you’ll have the railing to one side and me on the other. And if it helps…”

Will removes his hand from Chou’s shoulder as he unzips his coat. Thankful that he is wearing a long sleeved shirt under it, Will offers it to Chou.

“If it helps, you can wear this go give yourself a little more padding. But…if you really want off this pond, I’ll help you get back to land. I have no desire to force you to do something that you don’t want to do. We could go and build a snowman or have some cocoa or something if you’d like. Whatever you choose, I’m fine with. So, which way are we going, Chou? Forward or back?”
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  • The skies showed many clouds, snow dripping from their fluffy cores. It poured down over Obsidian, yet came down slowly and lightly. It covered the atmosphere, making it a nice day for the Mid-Winter Festival. The fact that the white fluffiness of snow had come around at the perfect time, it just made everything look wonderful. And you can't have a Winter without Santa, now can you? One seemed to be dressed as this joyful man, with his round tummy, perhaps made of fat, and a suit of good ol' happiness. Though, the thing that seemed different about him was his curled, golden hair, the fact that his moustache and beard were not long or thick, and that his suit.. was pink. Not red, but pink. The man was named Florence Crosby, one who liked pink and always had a pink tint on his cheeks. Surely, this would be a strange Festival with him coming around.

    This peculiar man was heading to where some of the townsfolk were heading off to, the house of the Mayor's. More like the outside of it, or perhaps the inside whether he felt cold or alright. All he knew was that he would stay at this festival, for he needed to get lively with the people of this new place. Because, he was new to Obsidian. He had come here, perhaps a week ago. But to be exact, perhaps TWO days ago. Yet he had no time to introduce to the people, yet he had to make his debut here and now. With his perfect pink outfit, surely he'd stand out. But that isn't why he would stand out. More like his muscular body and how he simply walked down the streets probably caused the people to stare at him. And what would he do when he caught someone stare at him so intensely?

    Flirt. Be flattered. Something along those lines.

    The man had been moving his hips each step of the way, his huge hands on them. It was quite a disturbing sight to see, also happening to be an interesting one, too. It was like he wanted to be on the runway, showing off how he can work that outfit of his. At times, he'd swiftly move his head to the side as his hair twinkled with his eyes turning big and round. It just made this scene.. more disturbing than ever. He found himself in a huge crowd that gathered up in his area, not to watch him walk around, but to head to the house of the Mayor's. Once he found that eyes were not laid on him, he felt somewhat angered and upset. Truth be told, he didn't like having everyone's eyes on him. But seeing as he didn't want people to see his ugly side, he had to go along with it and keep on walking to the Festival.

    After a few minutes, he had arrived at his destination. He felt enchanted by how everything looked. Many decorations such as lanterns filled the area, hanging on strings that attached from pole to pole, causing such light to shine down on the dazzling snow. His eyes twinkled along as he held his two hands together near his chin. Amazed. Speechless. Words to describe his current mood from staring at this great area. As he continued to walk with his two hands still clasped together under his chin, he could feel that gust blow through his hair, though felt not one shred of icy coldness rush through his body. This imitating Santa suit sure was warm. No reason to go inside and sweat like a pig, showing a most disturbing picture of Florence.

    A smell of food lingered around, a warm scent tickling his noise. No. Willpower. The man needed to stop eating so much junk and start doing something about his.. 'weight'. At this point, he's pretty much one who cares about how he looks and deeply cares on how people think of him. Strange for a man, espiecally his age, to care for things such as this. Instead of turning away, he simply breathed on with an expression of hope on his face. Yet for some reason, his legs controlled him and he suddenly found himself walking towards a small food section outside. The warm food must've been inside, of course! As he drew near, he steadily tried to control such movements and simply looked down at his black boots. They left wet marks on the snow, causing it to melt before him. He looked more peculiar than ever with his weird movements, which meant people glanced at him back and forth. Yet at this point, he did not care. The man had to stop himself, before things got out of control. Unfortunatly, it wasn't easy as expected. After a few seconds of struggling and sweat, he was one step away from humiliation, until..

    "Would you like some hot cocoa, sir?"

    Florence found himself looking down quite a bit, seeing a well groomed man holding a cup of cocoa for Florence. Feeling his cheeks warm up, he batted his eyelashes at him and said, "Oh, v'hy z'ank you very much, Monsieur~" With his french accent still slightly intact, he gave the servant a polite thank you and gave him a head bow. Taking the hot chocolate drink, he held it close to his lips and took gentle sips as he found himself seated on a bench. The warming touch of the cocoa, how good it tasted.. and it's texture, though rough, it was still hot and soothing. Florence finally found himself at rest, laying his head back and enjoying the noises of the people talking. He wondered what they were talking about..

    "S-santa..?"

    The pink suited man found himself hearing a kid's voice, opening his eyes and lowering his head. A child, with blonde hair, seemed to be looking at him with such cute, bulgy eyes. Though what he said.. Santa? "Santa? I am not z'is Santa you are talking about, petite Monsieur~" Once fixing this mistake, the boy suddenly put on a pout and walked away with his mother holding his shoulder. What seemed to be the problem? Did.. he make a little boy just cry? Florence felt upset to make a little boy like him feel like that, but what did he do? Was it because of this.. "Santa"?

    Is.. Santa Claus ruining his time at this Festival?
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Of course, Irene had wanted to come today. She'd been talking about it ever since she had found out about it, which was around a week ago now. Clint was himself glad that this day was finally here - if nothing else, at least she would stop talking about 'all the fun-tastic things' they just had to do at the festival. ... Granted, depending on how it turned out, he may now be subject to a constant re-hashing of the events of today. Guess time could only tell for that one.
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Clint himself wasn't particularly thrilled to be here; he hated crowds. A festival such as this was sure to draw one, but he had to come. For Irene. But, as they finally arrived, he found himself looking around for a certain someone, a woman whom had been on his mind lately and he wasn't sure what to make of it, how to speak with her now. Should he approach, or turn the other way and hope he wasn't spotted? Well, he needn't worry - she wasn't here. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding and continued following Irene, now free to let his mind wander onto other things, like the fact that he had brought some spinach to add to the mix courtesy of the Tanners. He had considered bringing a potato just to get Wyatt's mostly like humorous reaction, but decided to spare his old friend from the hated crop.
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"There's the mayor," Irene said, pointing and leading the way. Clint handed the crop over for the mayor to add, listening patiently as he (the mayor) conversed with Irene some over how things were going in the local school. She gave fairly short answers, ending with a small smile and a shrug. They were soon dismissed as the mayor went back to caring for the concoction. It was undoubtedly a strange mix, but it was starting to smell good, to Clint at least. But that might be 'cause he'd eat almost anything, and hadn't had lunch and barely anything for breakfast. And now he stood by the larger one of the ponds, arms folded, looking around as Irene did the same, apparently deciding what she wanted to do first.
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The brisk afternoon wind blows through the long blonde hair of one Caleb Moon, rustling the few flakes of snow that were resting on his mane back into the air. Taking in a deep breath, the young man adjusts the shoulder strap of his duffel bag and scans his surroundings, taking in the serenity and peace that they are offering him. Definitely a pleasant change of scenery from the hustle and bustle of a hospital and the…interesting offerings of the Dublin nightlife. Shaking his head as if to purge the memories of his past from his mind, Caleb continues on through the little winter wonderland.

”Certainly nice enough here…feel kind of bad about the whole not bringing an ingredient thing though…oh well. That’s life.”

The Mayor certainly did seem to be friendly enough, even if he did show up empty handed. Considering that he is brand spanking new to the island, it’s certainly nice enough that the man gave him a free pass on the whole hot pot thing. With nary a roof over his head for the time being, bringing a foodstuff to a festival he had read about on a flyer on the boat trip over doesn’t seem like too much of a big deal for the blonde haired man. Not really sure why he’s here, to be honest…a way to gauge the people of the village, mayhaps? Caleb really isn’t too sure himself.

Continuing on his little trip, a slight smile crosses Caleb’s face as he arrives at his destination. Sure enough, there is a pond with a hole cut in it. One of the activities on the flyers itinerary was something along the lines of “braving the frigid waters in your swimming suit” or something of the sort. Definitely a good way to wake up his body after the rather uneventful trip over on the boat, anyways. Especially since the seafood dinner on the ship did a pretty good job of making him sleepy. Having changed into his trunks on the ship, Caleb quickly scans about, nodding as he notices a large tree that he should be able to hide behind to change after his little foray into the bone chilling water.

”What the hell? After seeing those two hyperactive idiots getting ready to ice skate, this is probably safer…at least I won’t have to worry about anybody falling and slicing with their blades like I am a damn roast, anyways.”

Quietly humming to himself, Caleb quickly removes his clothing until he is just in his swim trunks, taking care to fold up his clothes as best as he can. Black slacks, shoes, and socks, blue button-up shirt, and tan duster. Unfazed at the cold snow under his feet, The blonde haired man makes his way to the pond. Taking in a deep breath, the man dives in headfirst, hoping that the water is deep enough so he can avoid any neck breaking tragedies. Fortunately, it is and Caleb actually has a little bit of an issue trying to find the hole cut in the ice right away. Taking a brief moment to get his bearings, Caleb sees daylight and swims up.

Inhaling deeply as he surfaces, the man finds himself grinning for the first time in quite a while. The feelings of freedom and independence are enough to take away the chill of the water, at least for the first few moments. Thoroughly enjoying himself, Caleb can’t help but to let out a laugh as he treads water, content to stay where he is…at least for now.
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    Will was right, and she knew it. Because, truthfully, she really wanted to be able to skate. But, it was something she was new to, and something she had no idea how to do, so naturally her feelings of anxiety and nervousness had escalated rapidly into a full blown fear of doing something out of the ordinary and hurting herself.
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    Though, she had to admit that she still felt ashamed of her weakness, and rather embarrassed that she was showing this side of herself to someone she’d just met. The thought made her bite her bottom lip, but she still felt grateful that he was here to keep her company. Was it selfish to want someone to be there for her, and help her with the things she wasn’t brave enough to tackle herself?
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    <font color=steelblue>“I-I’m ready!”</font> She told him enthusiastically, though still a little shakily, seeing as her heart was still pounding against her ribcage. When he removed his thick coat and offered it to her as extra protection, she was flattered, and turned bright red. <font color=steelblue>“O-Oh, thank you.”</font> She mumbled, feeling the heat rushing even to her ears. Even more embarrassing was the fact that she really wanted to accept the offer since she felt it’d help her if she was going to fall.

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HE. WAS. IN. HEAVEN. <br><br>
Perhaps the idea of heaven to most did not contain large helpings of snow which clung to any surface it could claw its icy fingers at, melting and making one's coat somewhat useless against the elements. Nor did heaven typically contain cold winds which froze unsuspecting cooled hot chocolate covered fingers to the bone. <br><br>
But what did that matter in the least?! Lucas, having noticed it was a bit of a slow day, decided to take a break for the day to enjoy the festival. After some exploring, he had happened upon the fact that beverages seemed to be unlimited today. Which instantly made this a joyous occasion- he had already downed seven cups of cocoa, and was therefore, on a bit of a sugar high. <br><br> After speeding about the estate like an obnoxious solid orange cheetah and verynearly dunking himself and two other people in a frozen hole in the lake by pure accident, he had found the high beginning to wear down. Therefore, the man-child-whatever he was decided it would be appropriate to rest at that moment. Breathing heavily, the nineteen year old plunked himself down on the first bench he saw, smiling to himself as he removed the goggles from his eyes and allowed his muscles to relax.<br><br>

It was that moment he finally noticed that he was not alone on the bench. Previously having gone unseen due to the blindness in his eye, Luke turned to find, much to his shock, that there was a large pink Santa Claus esque-man sitting next to him. After gawking for a few seconds, he tilted his head, somewhat baffled. Wasn't it a bit early for Santa to be sitting on benches and chilling with hot cocoa? <br><br>

... Well, there was always a first for everything, really, though why was Santa wearing pink? And why was Santa young? And why didn't Santa ever come to HIM when he was a child?.. <br><br>

It was then he came to a realization. However, there was no guarantee... Though, it wouldn't hurt to ask...
So, he did, quite shamelessly.<br><br>
"S'cuse me guy, are you related to Santa?"
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<p>Mayor Thomas had been so busy mingling with the crowd that he didn't notice the time slipping away from him.</p>

<p>The snow and ice outside were not to his liking, so he stayed indoors, chatting with the others who preferred the cozy warmth of the home. However, after glancing at an ornate grandfather clock on the wall, the mayor suddenly became aware of the time.</p>

<p>"Oh! I must apologise! I am late!" the little man yelped as he jumped up and ran outdoors, almost sliding on the icy walkway as he ran.</p>

<p>Some of the cooks he'd hired just for this occasion were already working, though. They'd already filled the pot with water and some soup stock, lit the fire, and were beginning to chop up some of the larger items that had been set out for the pot. Thomas scurried up a platform set up by the pot so that he could be heard above the crowd - though, unfortunately for him, he wasn't really all that much taller when on top of the platform... He was at about eye level with the tallest of the villagers...</p>

<p>"Ahem! May I have your attention!" he called, projecting his voice as well as he could so that, perhaps, those indoors could hear him, too! "We're beginning the soup now. It shouldn't take very long. So, please, if you haven't brought your ingredient up to us yet, go ahead and throw it in the pot! We're providing bowls and spoons for everyone today! So feel free to go inside and get your own!"</p>

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As Will thinks about his words, he can’t help but feel a little bit of shame. While truthfully, the main reason that he wants her out on the ice is so that she can experience the joy of ice skating, the little part of him that wants her there so he’s not skating alone is starting to make him feel a little bad. Maybe she isn’t ready. If she is this nervous about it, she very well might mess up. And if she falls, how bad will she get hurt? And it would all be Will’s fault for pushing her into it. Thinking to himself, maybe it would be in Chou’s best interest for him to help her back to the bench. There’s plenty of other things to do, right? Will is just about ready to open his mouth, being cut off by Chou before he can even utter a syllable.

”I-I’m ready!”

Ears perking up at the girl’s declaration, Will looks over at the girl and can’t help but smile, happy that his pep talk seems to have given Chou a second wind of sorts. Looking her over, the black haired man notes that she still looks a little nervous, but at least not as bad as before. Plus, the look of determination in her eyes is a nice thing to see as well. Watching as the girl blushes up as he hands her his coat, Will’s face can’t help but redden slightly too. The man is fairly certain that there’s not too much to make of it, but he can’t help but think that the nervous blush only adds to the girl’s already rather cute appearance. Clearing his throat nervously and breaking eye contact, Will tries to play it off cool.

“Um…well, glad to hear, Chou! Trust me, once you get to moving, it will be a piece of cake!” Will grins as he skates so he is even with the girl. “Okay then, nice and easy. Just shuffle your feet forward nice and slow. If you fall, I’ll be here to catch you.”

Will pauses briefly, smiling as he looks down into Chou’s eyes.

“Trust me!”
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Well. They had somehow neglected to, as had been earlier promised, go for any ice skating out on any lakes yet this Winter. So the activity of choice, the one that Irene was now just starting to gravitate towards, was that of ice skating. It had been quite a while since she had last gotten to go ice skating, in fact the last time had probably been way back in her home town. She hadn't really gotten to go much even back then, but she remembered it being fun whenever she did go.
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However, before she got even two steps in that direction, a splash could be heard from off to her right, causing her to stop and turn quickly at the peculiar sound...it was definitely the wrong time of year to hear that sort of sound. What a surprise to her when a second or two later, a person surfaced from the no doubt icy cold waters of the pond. Clint had actually seen the man walk over and jump in, and had indeed been more than a bit curious as to why the person was wearing swimming trunks, but that mystery was soon solved when he approached and then jumped into the unfrozen part of the pond. Irene had not mentioned anything about that in her rambles of the festival activities for the day...
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Though he figured if Miss Thomas had ever found out about that, and he was sure Irene would have no qualms in telling her, she would probably chew him out for doing something 'stupid,' and then more than likely add in something about it not being good for his health. ... He grinned at the thought; but alas, he hadn't brought his trunks nor an extra pair of clothes. But, there was always next year. Turning his attention back to the man in the water, he realized it was taking him a little longer than normal to resurface and began to frown. Before he could really start to make his way over, however, the man resurfaced with a gasp of sorts and he could now see the man smiling, grinning even. More for curiosity's sake than anything, he actually decided to walk over and kneel by the opening in the ice.
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"Man, wish I'd brought a extra set'a clothes..." Clint breathed to himself, grinning as he shook his head, reaching a bare hand into the water to see how cold it was. Before he did so though, he looked up at the man actually in the water, and, perhaps in efforts to make some sort of conversation, said,
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"Hey," He said by way of a greeting first, with a nod of his head. "How's the waters?" He asked, rather lamely, smiling now as he lowered his gaze and dipped his own hand in. This only caused him to smile some more; felt kinda nice...
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  • A hot cup of cocoa did some pleasures. The fact that it was able to warm people up on such a cold day like this, and it's flavour gave his tongue something to feel good about. He felt soothed, and although tea usually did that job, anything warming enough to send his chills away would give him a good impression about it. Although, it was hard to drink it. Not only was it intensly hot, yet his gold moustache also covered his way with it's hair. It was not an amusing thing for him, since he also disliked the fact his 'stache got wet with chocolate as well. That hot, chocolate liquid.. W-wait a minute. HOT!? Without realizing it, he could feel the intense heat come to his skin, trying to resist screaming like a girl from the pain. Though it was a tiny bit, he was a sensitive man. At the same time, he could feel a blush rise up to his cheeks, as he knew this event might give him a few stares.. and not good ones, he thought. He ruffled his moustache with his index finger, feeling the heat disappear from his locks of hair. But at the same time, he could still see those stares pointed at him, almost striking his heart as he saw it. Z'is iz not what I 'ad in mind..

    After shaking off the liquid, he shifted his head down to normal height, happy to see that those awkward stares were directed at him. It seemed that people were making more crowds else where. The aroma of cocoa still stayed under his nose since the chocolate drink he held was still there beneath him. Surprising how it didn't spill. Attempting to recall his old, jolly thoughts, a young boy seemed to plop down right beside him without noticing him, it seemed. This made him curious, since people usually did notice the old, er, adult fellow for his.. peculiar figure. But the boy must've had something on his mind, if he had to guess.

    ..Until now.

    "S'cuse me guy, are you related to Santa?" The plucky boy asked with curious eyes. The pink fellow turned his head around at the sudden question, which did surprise him. Was everyone going to ask him this now? If they were, he'd rather change his outfit and come back rather than just staying here like this. As his view laid on the boy, he noticed his big, anticipating eyes, just hoping he'd say yes. But Florence wasn't one to lie. Nor did he want to make little children cry. Looking at the boy strangely, he sighed as he tried to think of something to say. During that short amount of time, he flexed his arms by raising them out infront of him, trying to get those kinks out. His mouth stretched wide open, a yawn coming out of it's hole. It looked very strange, yet getting his troublesome feelings out of his body helped.. sorta. Then..

    Snap! He thought of something that did involve lying yet.. hurting a child's memories was more.. disapointing, right?

    Inhaling one deep breath, he glanced back at the boy with a smile. Though, looking at it.. he looked pretty weird with his fat head! The pink man licked his plump lips and opened his mouth, words coming out of its hole. "I am not z'is.. Santa you call me~ Yet.. I am.. Santa's, er..frère!" His tone spilled with uncertainty, and the fact that he lied about being Santa's "brother".. in french! Well.. it gave him a sense of guilt. That smile that he showed the boy? It was crooked and tainted with sadness. This lying thing.. hopefully he wouldn't get used to such a thing!

[ooc: D: I'm sorry it took long, and that the post pretty much sucked. >.>]
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