MINGLING POST

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[I hope that everyone in Accord has wish-machine'd up some sweaters, because it's getting cold outside! especially around the Tower, what with all those delightful ocean winds around to make things extra-chilly. it's not so bad indoors, though. the Stewards have been doing a good job of keeping the place nice and warm for you.

so what has the crazy tower bunch been up to? jumping in leaf piles? huddling inside for warmth? trying to break the world record for most cookies baked in a week? plotting to murder everyone with horrible death magic? there's plenty to be doing and plenty of people to bother, so go talk to your neighbors! make a friend, or talk to someone you haven't seen in a while! or just, you know, stumble awkwardly into their business. that works too.]


[[ooc: aw yeah, mingling post! make your own comment, tag other people's comments, go crazy!]]

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he's actually headed out to go tromp around outside like a ten-year-old, but he stops on his way down to regard this not-quite-mournful-looking girl and all the snow she's staring at.]

...Oh, you're still here.

[or he's just surprised to see her again. something like that.]

[wordmiser]

[She narrows her eyes at him in a glare. Of course she's still here, where else would she be? Huh?

In the snow? Like an idiot?

...Ugh. Fine. Have a vague head nod that is either acknowledgement of his correct-ness or a hello.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[negative attention is still attention. he'll take it, stuffing his his hands in his pockets.]

And I'm still being set with glares, I see.

[wordmiser]

[She visibly rolls her eyes, tugging at the ends of her hair and refusing to respond unless he has something better to give her.

Because glaring didn't work at all.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

You are one of the least friendly people I have ever met.

[a complete lie. he's met much worse. but still, it won't stop him from stepping closer.]

How can I fix that, huh?

[wordmiser]

[Say something interesting? How's she supposed to know?

Her head tilts the slightest bit in his direction, waiting for something better than that question.

She might offer a little shrug, though.]