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One shot prompt: Screw logic and the climate we see in the show, Kamina and Simon experiencing snow for the first time?
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Lagann's thrusters sure were handy when it came to scouting their route. Particularly as they approached the mountains and the terrain became more rugged and steep. Kamina kicked back and turned his head into the wind, content to ‘supervise’ as Simon took them higher and higher up the slopes. Simon could handle the task easily on his own, of course. But it was the perfect opportunity to take a break from their Littner tag-alongs and spend some time with his brother. Kamina felt he’d barely had any time for just the two of them since arriving on the surface. Yoko was great, but she had a tendency to stick her nose in any conversation he tried to start with Simon, and sometimes it felt like she followed him around like a lost pigletmole. And the less said about Leeron the better.
“Hey bro, what's that?”
“What's what?” Kamina sat up fully, peering over his visor at where Simon was pointing. A white shimmery substance blanketed the ground between the trees high up on the mountain. It looked almost like sand, but Kamina had never seen sand that white. And what was it doing this far up? “Huh, I don't know. Take us closer in and we'll look.”
Lagann landed so gently Kamina barely felt it, a credit to Simon's precise piloting skills. Kamina hopped out of the cockpit and stumbled as soon as his feet touched the ground. Or rather, where the ground should have been. The white powder was so lightly packed that Kamina fell straight through it, an inch or two to a deeper layer of something harder. Even this deeper layer crunched and sank slightly beneath his sandals.
“Careful,” he called out to Simon, who was scrambling over the lip of the cockpit. “Whatever it is, it's not stable to walk on. Watch your step.”
Simon nodded, and managed to land more gracefully. His thick pigmole leather boots seemed better suited to the task than Kamina's light sandals. Simon crouched to examine the powder more closely and gently ran his fingers through the loose top layer. “It’s cold!”
Kamina could have told him that - his exposed feet were already starting to complain - but watching Simon discover all the wonders of the surface was more rewarding. Less rewarding was watching Simon stick a fingertip of mystery substance in his mouth. And Yoko called Kamina impulsive.
“Huh, it's water.”
“Water?”
“Yeah, it melted from my body heat and turned into water. This must be another form of ice.”
Kamina stooped to get a handful for himself. “It's pretty different from those little cubes Littner folk put in their drinks.” Ice had been its own neat surprise; whatever technology Littner used to make it hadn't been available in Jiha. Kamina still remembered the headache he got from chugging ice water too fast, so he licked the handful of ice powder cautiously. Sure enough, it melted on his tongue into a chilled trickle of water.
Kamina's investigation was interrupted by his ear piece chiming. “What’s the hold up, you two?” Yoko’s voice was staticky and muffled from the distance, but still intelligible. “Your icon on the map stopped moving.” Kamina knew she would deny it if pressed, but she sounded slightly worried.
“Everything's good up here. We stopped to get a closer look at this weird white stuff we're pretty sure is some kind of ice.”
“You mean snow?”
“Is that what it's called?”
Another, more annoying voice chimed in over the comm, “It's when rain freezes high up in the clouds and doesn't get warm enough to melt on the way down.”
“You're telling me that not only does water regularly fall from the sky, but sometimes it's frozen, too?”
Leeron launched into a deeper explanation of the water cycle, which Kamina dutifully nodded along to. He only distantly noted the soft crunching of snow under Simon's feet, too engrossed in any new knowledge of the surface. So it came as quite a shock when Kamina's vision was overtaken by white and a ball of cold smacked him in the face. Stunned completely stupid, Kamina could only stand there with a face covered in snow as his brain worked back up to full speed.
By the time he cleared the snow from his eyes, Simon was doubled over and cackling with glee. “Your face! You shoulda seen your face.”
Oh, so that's how it was, huh? Two could play at that game. Kamina quickly scooped up snow with two hands and packed it into a ball, then hurled it at Simon. It struck him in the shoulder, exploding into a burst of white powder. Fully distracted from Leeron's lecture, Kamina clicked his comm back off to better focus on pelting his little brother with snowballs. Simon ducked behind a fallen tree, returning fire when he could. Holding up his cape as a shield with one arm, and keeping up the pressure with the other, Kamina ensured Simon stayed pinned down as he closed the distance.
“Gotcha!” Kamina lunged. He latched on the back of Simon’s collar, and shoved his snowball down the gap between the jacket and Simon's skin. Simon shrieked at the sudden cold, ripping out of Kamina's grip to desperately try to shake the snow free from his jacket. Kamina threw his head back and laughed, not seeing Simon turn and charge at him until Simon's shoulder rammed into his stomach. The force sent them both crashing to the ground.
The loose snow plumed around them as they wrestled. Simon wore a playful scowl as he tried to shove Kamina's head into the deeper snow drifts. Kamina grabbed fistfuls of snow and mostly missed Simon's collar, instead smearing it through Simon's hair.
Kamina felt lighter than he ever had, all his worries fading away as he played in the snow with his brother. They were both absolutely covered in the stuff head to toe by the time Simon had to call a time out to catch his breath. Kamina laid in the snow, panting and laughing. He never wanted this time with his brother to end.
It's crazy and wildly unfair the types of people who will be out there with no shame over any of their behavior meanwhile I'm stuck being nauseated at myself for every very normal conversation I have with someone
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