It was nasty day... well kind of. While he was grateful for the sunny absence beyond the clouds, the chance of rain or snow threatened to ruin his dry day. Though, if the small cloud his breath formed upon exhaling was anything to go by, there was going to be a great possibility of snow or even more possible- hail. Oh how he loved hail. He simply loved being pelted by the small ice balls that could get up to the size of gulf balls and leave bruises on him for weeks to come. He always seemed to have the misfortune of getting beaten by the weather when he ventured out of his home to his job only a few blocks away. He couldn't help but curse his terrible luck.
The brunette sighed loudly, running a freckled hand through his hair, musing up the semi-wet strands (that were beginning to freeze) in his efforts to cease the negative train of thoughts. He really needed to work on that.
Either way, he shoved his chilled hands into the pockets of his vest, warming the, prickling with cold, flesh. Idly, he kicked at an empty can that was on the sidewalk, making the it clatter across the pavement. At least he'd make it to the shop in time to avoid that incoming cloud of pure doom.
Speaking of shops- he could see Dragon's Fuel and Care just up ahead. Honestly, it was the stupidest name for a gas station and repair shop he ever heard of- but that seemed to be a plus around here. The more odd the name, the more memorable it was. That was probably why people in this town never had the same name as anyone else. Everyone was literally an individual (at least by first name basis, if that made any sense). Of course, people got named after previous descendants, but it was some kind of unspoken rule that only when they were deceased were they allowed to take on that name. Odd tradition, to be honest...
It was to be expected from a tight-knit community like HH-Berk. Only five hundred residents with no hotels, and one of Canada's and America's biggest visited border-lined towns. Naturally, the small town was made up of businesses that were family owned and well-known for simple things like cheap, but efficient car repair, fuel, bread, fresh game, wood shops, and much more. Personally, the only thing Hiccup believed the town needed more than anything at this point was a parking lot since this place seemed to be a mall seven days a week for roughly around sixteen hours a day- even if the weather was often atrocious.
He sighed heavily once more, stopping only briefly at the corner of the street, empty can forgotten, to look up at the billowing clouds, with forest green eyes.
The dark weather made the time seem much later that 6:23 in the morning. "Well, it's going to be an awfully miserable day," he decided as he watched snow fall sluggishly from the sky. One solitary snowflake landed on his nose, melting upon impact, and he was quick to raise a green and black striped sleeve to swipe away the dot of wetness. "So much for making it to the station before the weather hit...." the teen of eighteen muttered to himself, standing in place and just watching the skies open up above him...
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