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[mid-morning]
It's warm for December, 40s and rainy and stretching higher in the next week or so, if the report's anything to go by (which it sometimes is and sometimes isn't). Wren hasn't bothered to put on a real coat yet; he doesn't even have a hoodie under the leather jacket. It's nice, but it feels a little odd.
"Sorry, 'nar," he says, stepping neatly out of his dog's attempts to tie him up in her leash. "I know you're looking forward to snow, but you know what they say about patience." Neither of us have much, he finishes in his head. It had better snow by Christmas. There's a reason he had much less interest in the West Coast than Lexi ever did.
The warmth is tempting him down to the water, though. Not as though he couldn't handle it at its coldest, but it makes for a more comfortable experience. And mid-day during the week, far outside tourist season but without any sightseeing weather, he might be able to shift. The thought of it flutters under his skin.
Maybe after he gets Inari home.
[ooc: find wren making his way home with his dog, or heading down to the beach afterwards! st/lt/all tags welcome forever.]
"Sorry, 'nar," he says, stepping neatly out of his dog's attempts to tie him up in her leash. "I know you're looking forward to snow, but you know what they say about patience." Neither of us have much, he finishes in his head. It had better snow by Christmas. There's a reason he had much less interest in the West Coast than Lexi ever did.
The warmth is tempting him down to the water, though. Not as though he couldn't handle it at its coldest, but it makes for a more comfortable experience. And mid-day during the week, far outside tourist season but without any sightseeing weather, he might be able to shift. The thought of it flutters under his skin.
Maybe after he gets Inari home.
[ooc: find wren making his way home with his dog, or heading down to the beach afterwards! st/lt/all tags welcome forever.]