Dec 5, 2015
@screndipitouskxy
The first snowfall of the year was horrendously late. But again, Manhattan never expected much. Even this late into December. Vanitas sat on his balcony railing overlooking 5th Avenue with a smoke in one hand and a molasses cookie in the other, paying more attention to the pastry than the cigarette.
He jolted in shock, dropping the smoke as he snagged the railing in reflex when a cold projectile smacked him on his shoulder, snow falling over his sweater. He quickly looked to see the source of the snowball and then scoffed when he saw Roxas. "~You little fucker. You owe me a cigarette.~" he said through a full mouth, wiping his lips with his sleeve.