snow on snow on snow [closed to hana]

[fairywren]

Snow may be falling, but that doesn't mean the dog doesn't need to be walked. Wren's a silhouette against it, big flakes that fall thickly and in swirls that quickly camouflage Inari's curious figure except for a black nose and eyes and threaten to cover up the dark of Wren's coat. There's almost - but not quite - enough cloud cover that the glitter of the crystals is smothered.

There's a quietness to it, a silent expectant feeling that only comes with falling snow.

It's getting cold quickly, though, too, and he cups his hands around his phone, pulling it out to text Hana as he waits for the dog to come back. Tell me you're not stuck feeding tigers in this, he texts with a small smile.

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[suisen]

Hana's had to live pragmatically, even before running away from home. In this case, she's talking about love needing work, but it's true for her of all friendships. Outside of the deaf community, any form of communication, any friendship takes effort and patience. It can be hard and heartbreaking, but so can plenty of other things.

You're not a rock, Hana signs. Just a rock star.

And if he's willing to try with her, Hana's not afraid of seeing what can grow.

Tonight got heavy. Weren't we supposed to eat cookies and watch the snow?

[fairywren]

He smirks at the play on words: even if he's dubious about her fearlessness, he can't deny it, and he nudges her into a kiss.

Artists, so dramatic, he signs, and smiles in apology, shifting to stretch past her and grab a cookie to hold up with a penitent look.

[suisen]

Very dramatic. Smiling, Hana leans over and gives him a brief kiss before taking another cookie and touching it to his in a silly toast.

She has faith in them.