towerofanimus | Baby it's Cold Outside~

Characters: Two yelling redheads, and a you in a pear tree.
Setting: Anywhere between the Dormitory halls and the cafeteria.
Format: Take your pick; starting in action tags.
Summary: It's freezing in the tower. Luke lived in an area that was warm more than it was cold. Guess how the last couple days have been for him?
Warnings: Lots and lots and lots of whining.

AAAAACHOOOOOOOO!!!

[It goes without saying, but anyone in the dormitory hallways can probably hear Luke before they see him. The poor redhead has no change of clothes; the only clothing he has is the thin coat and t-shirt that exposes his stomach, as well as his baggy pants. Needless to say, he's been suffering from the below freezing temperatures lately.]

[As he trudges his way to the cafeteria, he has his arms wrapped around his midsection, trying desperately to stay warm, while Amnon hangs out under his coat, only the tips of his ears visible.]

Man... this isn't fair... it's not supposed to be this cold insiiiiiide...

[And here comes the whine; someone might want to warm him up before it turns into a full on rant.]

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[Luke let out a surprise as the cloak came down over his shoulders, though he wasn't about to take it for granted. He snuggled closely underneath it, pulling it about him tightly as he shivered. A thank you was about to come from him, when that white haired guy showed up.]

Oh, uh... yeah.

[Despite being only five feet tall, the grandcloak was fit for a large man, so there was plenty of room for both herself and Luke. She let more of her prana free, the inside of the cloak heating up plenty.

Her eyes turned to the young man joining them in the elevator, answering at the same time Luke did, though there was some deadpan sarcasm laced into her response.]

Whatever gave you that idea?

Uh...just a hunch. [Nice dodge there, Allen.]

[His voice doesn't even wriggle with the cold weather.]

Nice to meet...you? [Good Dear Lordy, she is an unfriendly looking one. And a...very odd one, too. Nonetheless, looks 'might' be deceiving...he's one to talk, after all, he of the unnatural hair and the dark scar on his eye.]

[Luke just let out a disgruntled noise, shuffling closer to Saber. He was starting to warm up, but she was practically a furnace, and he was really loving that about her right now.]

[Saber tilted her head up to look at Luke and said in a quiet voice to him...]

If you keep the placement decent, you are welcome to put your arms about me if my prana is bringing heat to your body.

[She then looked back at the other man.]

I am called Saber and this is Luke. Who are you?

My name is Allen. I met Luke not long ago. [And it's good he doesn't judge.]

[Hopefully, the ride will be pleasant.]

Safe to say I'm not from where either of you two are from, too.

[...sorry, Allen; anything you just said flew over Luke's head. Saber... just invited him to wrap his arms around her? He seriously needed to be pinched right now.]

[Hesitantly, he shuffled closer to her, a shaking hand reaching out, hesitant to touch her and twitching at the least little movement. Because seriously, he was terrified that the least little thing he did wrong would get him beheaded.]

[...though he had to admit, it would be cool to wrap his arms around her waist, rest his head on her shoulder... it would be nice and warm and that was it.]

That is something we can claim regarding most of us. You do not appear to be affected much by the cold. Are you used to such a climate?

[Saber then sighs and takes Luke's hand, pulling it more properly about herself.]

You know I will not break and I would rather you be warm.

Well, you could say that. I've been to hot places a few times, but for the most part...cold, rainy, windy, you name it!

[He smiles and closes his eyes at the memory.]

Especially back home in Britain. When I was a kid, I had to weather the cold all by myself. But it's kind of grown on me, like it's natural.

[...yeah, sorry, Allen. Luke's too busy immitating a tomato right now to really pay attention to what you're saying. Hesitantly, he shuffled over so wrapping that arm around her waist wasn't so awkward, the other arm joining it after a moments hesitation.]

[...man, he normally went for the maid types, but strong women weren't so bad either.]

[...]

[...he missed Tear; that thought had his color toning down almost immediately.]

Uh... yeah, I'm not used to the cold.

[The comment came out half mumbled, as if he just remembered he was a part of this conversation.]

[Enjoy your Servant Space Heater, Luke. Nice and toasty warm with her prana and the cloak about them.]

You are from Britain?

[Asks the Once and Future King.] It is good to see the Britons are still strong.

Uhm yes, although I haven't been there for a long time. [He raises his brow for a second.]

That we are...

[Stranger and stranger, she gets.]

Er, 'we'? I guess that means we really 'do' come from the same Earth, then.

[Yes, yes he is enjoying his Servant Furnace.]

I'm not... what is this 'Britain' thing anyway?

Britain is the name of my land, Luke. It is a large island nation.

It's not 'that' big...

But enough about that. What about you, Luke? Can you tell us what your home was like? I bet it's pretty exciting itself.

[Allen's face contorts into another smile. One that almost seems to imply that he's been friends with Luke and Saber Alter for years.]

Er... Baticul isn't all that special, I guess. It's a city built out of a depression made by a fon stone that fell from the belt that circles the planet...

[Regurgitated information? Yeah, it was a bit obvious.]

I do not know what a 'fon stone' is. Tell us about the people - that is what makes up the flavor of a city.

[As Allen contemplates to himself, he adopts a thinking posture.]

(So a 'fon stone' might be a meteor or an asteroid...that would make the depression, surely...wonder if 'fon stone' is something a little different from a regular asteroid.)

[Aloud:]

Yeah, do tell. It can't be as bad or as good as anyone else, really. (I'm really more concerned about this girl, though...)

Er... normal humans?

[He looked embarrassed, like he was about ready to hide behind Saber's shoulder.]

Um... I don't really know. I spent most of my life locked up in my manor.

Those in our positions tend to have the responsibility to attend festivals and the like. Any of those?

[Both are royalty? Allen is a bit out of his league here.]

High society, huh?

...something like that, yeah.

Indeed.

[Saber knows Luke's tale, but she's not going to say anything regarding it.]

Does that bother you?

Not really. I was never around royalty or anything like that all that much. [Allen places his hands behind his head.] I grew up without all that stuff, anyway.

[He seems a little distracted by a memory and hesitates.]

Baby it's Cold Outside~

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