She accidentally went ice skating(Open)

[refusedtoleave]

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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[refusedtoleave]

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.]

[shootaro]

[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?]

[refusedtoleave]

[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.]

[shootaro]

[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?]

[refusedtoleave]

[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...]

[shootaro]

[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.]

[refusedtoleave]

[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?

[shootaro]

[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!

[refusedtoleave]

[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.]