#fxllingangel

[thedoopster-blog]

@fxllingangel

ⓧ Oh, it’s that guy with the wings!  But he seems younger than before.  Hank must have been playing around with the timeline again.  Well, that’s a weekly occurrence anyways. Sloshing from behind his reception desk could be heard as he picked up a huge jar of pickled peppers he kept behind it.  They were one of his favorite snacks, but they gave him terrible indigestion. Always good to share though.  Holding the jar forward towards the blond boy, a wide grin spreads across green features in the form of a peace offering.

[notheretolearn]

@fxllingangel

“Those are intense cosplay wings,”

[frosty-the-iceman]

Interruption (if still doing)

Your muse walks in on mine eating ice-cream with their hands.

One of the perks of being the real-life Frosty the Snowman was the fact that he didn’t need to worry about cold food getting warm.  In fact, whenever they’d had ice cream available in the refrigerator, he had a bad habit of forming a scoop with his hand and taking some straight off the top, dumping it all into his opposite palm and going on his merry way.

This time, Warren had been (un)fortunate enough to catch him doing this, and when he’d turned around and realized the blond had been standing there, he glanced between his face and the ice cream in his icy palm, and shrugged.

“Want some?”

[noworldnomad]

"Oh, God, Sorry! Let me buy you a new one."

“No- no- it’s cool. This jacket’s been through worse---”

And then she saw the wings. Rikki stared for like five seconds longer than she should have. 

“Uh- are you like, that Angel dude? I, uh, I know Laura-...”

Nice save, idiot.

@fxllingangel

[oneglowingeye]

@fxllingangel

“...So do they actually let you do that? Go naked just because?”

[frosty-the-iceman]

"Do you even lift?"

It had all started innocently enough; Warren had gone outside to call Bobby in for dinner while he was in the middle of sculpting something out on the front lawn.  But when he hadn’t come in right away and Warren had gone out to get him for the second time, he’d earned a well-placed snowball to the back of the head.  It had been enough to get Bobby to pay attention, at least, and he’d started chasing him through the snow by which he’d had a disadvantage at first due to the blonde mutant’s flight.  He’d managed to condense enough snow on top of his wings to slow him down enough for Bobby to catch him with an ice slide.

“Gotcha!  No getting away with it now, Third,” he laughed, locking his arms around Warren and hauling him around as an impromptu passenger while he slid back down to earth, at which point he promptly threw him into a snowdrift as punishment.