haibanerenmei | She accidentally went ice skating(Open)

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nagame (natsuhi ushiromiya)

She accidentally went ice skating(Open)

Around evening time any Haibane near the entrance of the old home might hear a loud yell and rapidly beating wings that cut off after a second by a dull thud.

Anyone who checked wouldn't have much trouble finding her on the path just outside. A small patch of leftover ice wasn't too far off.

She wasn't hurt too seriously, it wasn't enough to stop her from already trying to push herself back up. Her right hand doing most the work, there was a wince when she tried to use the left to pull at the fabric.

Nagame didn't look when someone appeared, instead she chose to ignore them. Just let them go back to what they were doing. Her hair was doing a good job at hiding her face anyway.

[Wildcard] {This is partly dependent on what happens in the above tag. But Nagame can be found sulking around the old home in the afternoons, she'll mostly be in the living room. Otherwise, she'll be working at the cafe.

For characters that know first aid, its a sprained wrist.}

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[Her eyes widen at the sudden movement, and she awkwardly shuffle back a little. Her wings kept fluttering even after she'd finished the half-step. Then she winced at the twinge in her wrist. Moving so quickly hadn't been the best of ideas.

Nagame gave him a glare once she collected herself.]

Don't be ridiculous! You have wings of your own, you could leave just as easily.

[Unwittingly, he doesn't move away, either not caring or simply not even registering her discomfort as such. He does pick up on the wince and only then does he move back.]...

Oh, you were assuming we both could... yes, in that case, I would.

But, I meant if only you could, would you?

Try not to move it so much. It won't heal so easily.

[Then, don't grab her hands! Either that was a bad joke or he was surprisingly oblivious in some areas.]

[Slowly raising her arm to examine it again... The bandages seem fine so he only gets a glare for now.]

I'm sure that you'd be able to as well. Why wouldn't you? [Other than the squished feathers she couldn't see a reason.

She grits her teeth at the other comment. She doesn't comment, not until a few seconds later.] That's rather difficult when someone starts tugging on my arm.

... [He looks surprised, turning to stare at his hands in confusion, as if they acted of their own volition, then...] I— it just, for a moment there, felt like you might go somewhere far away... if I didn't. That must've been why. [So he says, but he sounds as if he's trying to convince himself of an idea he's not entirely sold on yet.]

Maybe I wouldn't have the strength. Or maybe, even if I did, it wouldn't be enough. If I'm going to do something, I want to give it everything I've got. That's basic, isn't it?

I don't like doing things halfway...

Maybe I'd be too stubborn to leave until I've perfected it.

It might be too late then.

[He's giving this an awful lot of thought.]

Do I look as if I'll be going anywhere? [She's still frowning at him. As much as she can move when she wants to she wasn't going anywhere after that fall.

The frown softens as he goes on, even if it's still there by the time he's done. She might still be irritated but he was just a child.]

You wouldn't be alone there. Even if our wings were big enough for flight, we'd at least want to know how to use them before trying to go over the wall.

[This answer seems to soothe him and he nods, after considering it carefully.]

Then... when and if our wings grow big enough to fly with, shall we have a competition?

Just to test them out, we could fly from over Old Home. [He pointed back in its direction.] All the way to the edge of the woods... and back again!

[Despite (or perhaps, precisely due to) the utmost seriousness he described this imaginary competition, hand sailing through the air to illustrate, wings fluttering from excitement, he certainly was a child still.]

It's cold out here, so...

It won't be any good if I train just my wings, I need to build up my strength. I'll take you home. I'll be careful not to hurt you, this time. [He's not trying to compare her to a heavy weight to be lifted, really, his rudeness is all quite unintentional at the moment, he's making the offer in earnest!]

[She's just going to bring her uninjured hand to her face. It's definitely not to hide the small smile on her face at his rambling.]

...I think you'd win that competition, with all your energy.

[Despite that her wings gave a small flutter. Then her hand fell to start brushing imaginary wrinkles out of clothes. Any traces of the smile were gone. She'd replaced it with a stern glare.]

I'd be fine. Even if I can only make it over the wall, I'd be fine walking after that.

[She isn't even going to point out that they don't know where home is. And for his sake she's going assume he was referring to her height.]

[What an odd, tempered little smile. But, it's genuine and sweet nonetheless, he feels fortunate to have witnessed it.

That statement, coupled with the smile, colours his cheeks again, but he gives a crooked smile back.

That is until, she misunderstands what he meant. He blinks first, then, the smile is more awkward. Oh, he should've paced himself, shouldn't he have? It's no good, how fast he talks the rare times he's excited,]

I... I meant right now, you know— I'll help take you to Old Home. You're kind of injured. I figured you could use the help right now.

[She stared for a moment, then nodded, completely brushing off her mistake.]

...We should be getting inside now. It's starting to get cold out. [Look how red he was getting. It wasn't bothering her too much, but it was surprising how he wasn't shivering.]

[The flushed face is another matter, but... maybe keeping the jacket off and exposing wings that had otherwise been kept very carefully hidden from the elements wasn't the best plan...

Not treating them as part of himself, he could even ignore that they were trembling, stiffening from the sudden introduction of bitter cold onto weak, seldom-used muscles.]

We should.

[He takes her uninjured hand in his own. His felt a bit colder, this time. He let go a second after he realized he'd done it, though, but he stayed near in case she needed support. He looked a bit awkward and stiff, frowning like he wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words. How to help?]

Let's go then.

[She tried to keep her hands together in front of herself, even if she couldn't clasp them like she usually would. She dipped her head towards him, then started walking... Or limping.

Either way she was going to go around any icy patches they came across. Other than that Nagame walked briskly to the entrance. She just wanted to sit down and get warm at this point.

Depending on how quick the boy walked he might get left behind.]

[He tried to stay very close! He wanted to stay close in case she needed help, even if it meant he had to run a little, even if he he got his shoe caught in the snow a few times and nearly tripped, he did his best to keep up. He wanted to support her even if it was only in an indirect way.

Would they get inside without incident?]

[She gets to the door perfectly fine, paying no mind to her little shadow stumbling about.

The front door is another matter. Mostly because she'd grasped the handle with her bad hand. Stifling a gasp she swapped them and tried again.

She'd turned the handle and opened it by a few centimeters. Then turned to make sure he wasn't too far away. Leaving the door open too long probably wasn't the best idea.]

[When she made that sound (however stifled), he immediately reached out, grasping at air, too uncertain to help... until she'd already made her way in, Shoot keeping close.

He tried to hide it, how much the running and stumbling took out of him, equally as stubborn and prideful, but even if he made little sound, his nostrils flared and his shoulders shook, and he just about collapsed into a chair when he got inside. (Did he hang the right name tag? Whatever).

At least it was warm here...

He kept watching her from the corner of his eye, though.

Oh, and he sure did track snow on the nice, (previously) clean wooden floor. That's going to melt and make a potentially dangerous mess. Why are his shoes still on anyway?]

[Despite wanting to, she didn't sit down immediately or take her shoes off.

Instead, she busied herself with starting the kettle and starting to make tea. A difficult task with only one hand. She managed though. The movements were too instinctive for the hand to be much of an issue.

With the cups ready and the kettle boiling she grabs a mop and makes an attempt at clearing the hazard. A bucket would be useful now...]

[He listened to the sound, wondering if she remembered how she learned to prepare the tea or if it was yet another skill left over from her human life. When she started trying to clean, he felt embarrassed and removed his shoes.]

...

Do you think you had a family?

You feel like a mom.

[Alright, so maybe asking that was just as bad— but, upon realizing he might give the wrong impression, he quickly clarified:] Like, you'd make a good mom, I mean. [To someone else. A kid. Not him. He's hoping that was convincing enough...]

I guess, I don't really... know.

[Maybe he should try and help? The idea comes to him a bit late, after he trails off, but once he thinks of it, he does get up (a bit too quickly), before hurriedly grabbing a pail to fill. He fortunately remembers where it was kept, he's had to use one not too long ago.]

[She was good at balancing the tea pot and cups on the tray as well. Really, there was a lot of odd little things they'd do but not remember why.

Like her carefully putting the tray on the table and pouring the tea... Never mind she spilled some on the tray when she jerked her head up to look at him. Though she looked away just a quickly. Even if he's running about now.]

What... What makes you say that?

[He knows enough to realize the spilt tea was his fault. He quieted, watching her a bit warily, gripping the pail more tightly. Wrong thing to say?]

... it's... it was just a feeling. I don't know.

Seemed like the sort of thing a mom would do, I guess, I don't— remember anything.

[He shifted a bit, uncomfortably, then, to make up for his mistake, quickly moved to bow in apology (accidentally splashing his feet in is haste).]

Forget I said that!

[There's a huff and she put her bandaged hand to her temple.]

It doesn't matter...

[She finally turns back to him even if it's only for a second. Then she sighs and starts mopping the split tea with a cloth. She didn't want to think too hard on it.]

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