Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2019 10:04:10 GMT -4
Nobody Screams For Ice Cream? (Anri Kuroki )
With the coming of the new year, the winter season was in full force. The air grew colder and colder as the days wore on, and the nights came sooner and sooner. Up above, the sky was more often than not covered in a blanket of fluffy white clouds that left not even a speck of the sky beyond visible.
On the ground, an equally white and fluffy coating of snow dotted the landscape. Snowmen and other signs of play dotted Tokyo Park, some from earlier in the week and others fresh and recent from earlier in the day. With the early onset of evening, however, most had swiftly fled to the comfort of indoors and left the otherwise crowded park all but empty.
Which made it all the more easy to spot Rimma as she walked through the snow. Bundled up in layers upon layers until she resembled a marshmallow, her fluffy white scarf was around her neck and her knitted white cap atop her head. Fluffy boots adorned her feet, and thickly padded mittens were on her hands.
Arms looped under a large plastic crate loaded with a large sealed carton and other supplies, the Russian girl huffed and puffed as she walked. Each step was accompanied by the crunch of snow and the rustle of fabric, her movements stiff and awkward thanks to her overly bundled state of dress. Her long red hair was left to freely drape across her shoulders and down her back, flakes of snow caught along its length here and there.
Her round, pale face was flushed with mild exertion and her gray-blue eyes were locked forward. Every breath brought a small sprinkle of snow flakes that joined the gentle snowfall raining down from above. Delightful as snow was to Rimma, at the moment she had other things to focus on.
Initially, she had come out here with a large batch of freshly made ice cream from her Quirk training in the hopes of spreading a little free holiday cheer while also disposing of the frozen treat. However, few had seemed interested - and she could not really blame them, given the temperature. The only reason she didn't simply eat the stuff herself was she would immediately suffer intense and painful brain freeze the moment she tried!
Now, though, she was left with needing to pack up as everyone else vacated the park for the evening. Unwilling to simply give up, she was heading out in search of others who might still be around and if she found none she would try other parts of town after that. Surely somebody, somewhere, would be in the mood for ice cream - or would at least be willing to take it off her hands entirely?
They wouldn't even need to worry about it melting on the way home - one of the small silver linings to the temperature was that she didn't need to chill the ice cream container over and over again to keep it cold.
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