The line between Winter and Summer ((Sock, Open RP, Mello, L, Jing))

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

((Pick your poison. Characters cameoed can also be spoken with, if desired, but the main action of this post will be the three above. Also, any references to other characters are Mello's thoughts and shouldn't be construed as either godmodding or hinting, unless either is desired by that other player's mun))

The sky was very overcast, threatening to rain, wind blowing. No one sane would be out, which meant that a lot of people were, of course. Wouldn't surprise me if that damn bat was in the clouds, but I wasn't interested in talking to him right now.

Right now, L and I are practicing, him Capoeira, me Muay Thai for the hell of it. I may decide to learn drunken boxing for the hell of it. Right now, though, I'm finding that Muay Thai doesn't work very well against Capoeira. It's too rigid, but we agreed on styles before we began fighting and that stupid samurai has gotten one thing through...I can almost feel his damn sword against my hand when I start thinking about switching styles. I can almost see him watching, with that white haired brat, at the edge of the forest.

I must be getting paranoid.

The rain lets lose, though and L stops, looking up at it. I take the opportunity and get a strike in on him that lands him on his ass. Nice.

He just frowns at me and gets up, his thumb in his mouth. "It's raining," he says, as if that isn't obvious, and starts toward the castle.

Seriously? I stare after him. What a chicken.

I see a kid with a yellow coat. "Looks like he stole your game," he said, grinning at me.

"You wanna try?" I ask, watching a fat man cross from the green houses to the castle, trying not to look like he was running as he waddled. What is that damn fox doing now, renting out space? I smile back at the kid.

"To pick your pockets and steal your chocolate?" he asked, holding up one of my goddamned chocolate bars.

"You," I snarl, starting after him.

He tossed it back at me, laughing as he took off to the forest.

I gust out a breath and shove it back in my pocket. Now's a good a time as any to try to learn drunken boxing. I've read about it, so it's just a matter of application now. I stand in the middle of the area we'd been practicing in and start letting the wind sway me, learning to keep my balance when moving weirdly.

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[woocha.livejournal.com]

MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD! was Wishbone's war cry as he ran around the school grounds, getting himself dirty. HI MELLO! he yelled as he ran around the detective.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

It's hard not to smile at Wishbone. I look down at him. "So, you like this weather?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Yeah! It's fun! I can roll around in the mud and get dirty! Wishbone said, wagging his tail and panting happily.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"And, then the house elves attack you with the shower," I say, leaning back and grinning at him.

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Yeaaaaaaah, Wishbone's tail went between his legs. That part's not as fun. At least it's nice and warm in the bath.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I reach down and pet his head. "And, I'll be you like the bubbles," I say, leaning back, trying to find my center, even with the awkward position. It's more difficult than just reading about it would sound, but not impossible.

[woocha.livejournal.com]

As long as they don't make me sneeze! And they're fun with friends! I remember one time Kusuriyuri was a kid and we had a bath together!

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

There's an image I don't want to think about...Kusu as a kid...and taking a bath...weird. "I bet you like chasing them," I say.

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Maybeeeeeeeeeeeee, Wishbone said, rolling in the mud a bit. But then I get scrubbed by the elves. But then they use soft towels to dry me and I always lick their faces in thanks!

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I lean forward, turning on my heel so that I'm bent over him. "Sounds like you only pretend not to like baths," I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Welllllll, I'm a dog! I'm not supposed to like being forced into being cleaned!

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I roll my eyes. "I'm a genius, I'm supposed to like solving cases, but I haven't touched one since I've been here."

[woocha.livejournal.com]

But there's not that many cases to solve here, is there? And baths are supposed to happen often.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Since one of the new students had decided to indirectly destroy part of greenhouse four, Kurama was dragging supplies - panes of glass, metal, various tools - from the storage rooms under the castle. He paused, a bunch of beams over one shoulder, to look up at the sky, a drop of rain catching him right between the eyes. "Bloody damn nuisance, this weather," he grumbled, wiping the rain out of his face. He noticed Wolfe belatedly, then joined him under the part of the roof not busted to pieces by falling statuary, greeting with a nod. "Come in, if you're inclined. Excuse the mess."

[gourmetwolfe.livejournal.com]

Wolfe frowned, his lips moving a whole quarter of an inch, as he looked at the redheaded boy before him. He spoke as if he owned the place yet looked nothing like Kurama. "If you are working," he said, looking over to the far corner where he'd been working, worried that some of his plants had been injured. It was very difficult to acquire the orchids he wanted, after all, and the house elves barely understood their care.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Just some basic repairs," Kurama said, gesturing for Wolfe to have a seat at one of the workbenches. "No worries, your orchids are quite all right. It only hit this greenhouse."

[gourmetwolfe.livejournal.com]

"Pfui," Wolfe replied. "How can you be sure?" he asked, waddling over to his plants and examining them as well as looking critically around the room.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama smiled beatifically at the large man, setting the beams against one wall. "Well, I've been in here most of the day, and they haven't been screaming, so I have to assume they're just fine. I'm not the Herbology professor for nothing, after all."

[gourmetwolfe.livejournal.com]

Wolfe turned to face the redhead again. "What manner of foolery is this? The herbology professor is taller and has silver hair and...ears," he said, a barely perceptible pause before the last word. "Pfui," he said, turning back to his plants.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Kurama said, his smile turning into a smirk as Wolfe turned his back. He crooked a finger at a plant, calling vines to help him lift the metal beams up to where they needed to be. The vine, of course, grew right past Wolfe's nose, stopping to 'look' at him before slithering around to its task.

[gourmetwolfe.livejournal.com]

Wolfe recoiled, moving away from the vine as it threatened him, though not enough to upset his balance. He scowled and turned to face the redhead. "Confound it, how do you explain the plants in this place?" he asked, feeling that if the boy didn't have an explanation, he should seek one out rapidly.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"They're quite helpful, aren't they?" He moved a hand like a conductor, guiding the plants to wrap around the beams, temporarily securing them in place. He climbed up after them, into the rafters, as easily as if he was climbing stairs.

[gourmetwolfe.livejournal.com]

Wolfe watched, blinking every so often as his lips moved down another quarter of an inch. He looked more closely at the redhead, having to tilt his head, which he disliked. "Are you Kurama?" he asked skeptically.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama grinned down at him. "Dead in the black. I thought your enormous skepticism would keep you from that conclusion. Consider me corrected."

[gourmetwolfe.livejournal.com]

"Pfui," Wolfe replied, turning back to the orchids. "I am a genius and eccentric, not a fool," he said, pulling one of the plants toward him and examining it minutely, looking for pests or any sign of distress before pulling another close as well. They would make an interesting cross, he mused.