got some snow last night, who of the boys shovels out the driveway, stairs, pathways etc?
Bruh, we got so much snow here my dog couldn't make it off of the deck. This made me start a drabble.
“Hey! What are you two doing out here already?”
Twilight grunted as he shoved yet another shovel full of snow off of the sidewalk and into their meager front lawn. Or close to the lawn, at least. It was a bit hard to tell where the cement stopped and the mulch began, buried under heavy, wet snow as it was. He set his shovel down and leaned on the handle, tilting his head up at Wild as he panted. “Ain’ it obvious?”
Wild blinked, owlish and innocent, from where he watched Twilight from just inside the door. The tip of his nose was already turning pink from the cold.
“We’re digging for treasure,” Legend deadpanned, not looking up from where he shoveled alongside the porch.
“Really??” That drew their curious roommate out onto the porch in his sleep shirt and pajama pants. He leaned over the railing to look where Legend was working. “I thought that was just something you did at night with R—”
A shovel’s worth of white powder shot straight up into Wild’s face, blowing his hair back as it covered his face and his thin cotton shirt in ice crystals. Twilight couldn’t help but laugh at Wild’s indignant shriek, and he missed Legend’s glare and warning finger-pointing as he threw his head back. Legend glanced at Twilight meaningfully while he was distracted, then back to Wild, who cowered in apology.
“We got a little over half a foot of snow last night.” Twilight turned back to continue his work down the sidewalk. “Gotta clear the stairs and the sidewalks.”
“We did??” Wild wandered closer to Twilight’s side of the porch, his arms folded across his chest as he shivered. “Oh, wow, look at Paya’s house in the snow! It looks like a gingerbread house!”
“Yeah, adorable.” Legend grunted as he shoved his shovel beneath a massive mound of snow. “Love it out here, this definitely doesn’t suck one bit.”
“I said I could take care of it myself, Leg’,” Twilight reminded him.
Legend hefted the pile of snow aside, huffing as he flipped the end of his long knitted hat behind his shoulder again. “Yeah yeah, I said I would help.”
“Do you boys want an extra set of hands?”
All eyes turned to where Time stood in the door, pulling on his coat as he stepped onto the porch. He frowned at Wild. “Why aren’t you wearing any socks?”
“Who wears socks to bed??”
“Snow!?” Wind’s joyous cry could be heard as he pounded down the stairs inside the house, nudging past Time to look out the door. “Oh shit, look at it all!” he shouted, vanishing inside to look for his shoes.
“Um,” Twilight glanced at Legend briefly before smiling nervously up at Time, “I think we can handle it, right Legend?”
“Nonsense.” Time straightened his jacket on his shoulders and began zipping it up. “It would go much faster with more people to help.”
“We only have two shovels though, I think.”
“I’m sure we have more out in the shed.“
“Alright, no.” Legend punctuated his statement by stabbing his shovel into the pile of snow. “Go,” he waved Time away as he rounded the corner toward the porch, “back inside. Right now.”
Startled, Time put up his hands. “I’m just offering to help.”
“Listen, Twilight’s too nice to say it but I’m not.” Legend frowned as he stood at the bottom of the porch steps glaring up at Time. “Raise your hand if you’re still under the age of thirty.”
Twilight, Legend, Wind—who had since pulled on a pair of boots and dove off of the porch—and Wild, after a moment of debate, all raised their hands. Time frowned.
“Raise your hand if you’ve got both your eyes.”
Time frowned more deeply, squaring his chest and folding his arms across it. “And just what does that have to do with anything?”
“Raise your hand if you’ve still got all of your lungs.”
“Don’t we only have two lungs?” Twilight asked quietly, his hand wavering.
“I don’t know, Hyrule’s anatomy book makes it sound like we have five.”
Time, still the only one without a hand raised, rolled his eye as Legend stomped up the porch steps. “Legend, I am perfectly capable of—”
“I’ll bet you are!” Legend grabbed Time by the arm, struggling to turn him around. “You’re also the oldest in the house with the greatest risk of having a heart attack, and you’ve got eight other morons living here who can do this for you!!”
Now, none of the Links really liked being told that they couldn’t or shouldn’t do something, and Time was more stubborn than most. But Legend knew not to trust him, even if Time did allow himself to be steered back toward the front door. “If you want to help,” Legend added, “why don’t you and Wild start warming up some hot cocoa or something.”
“Oh!! Sir!” Wild absolutely lit up at the suggestion, bounding over to grab Time’s other arm and start pulling him inside. “That would be the best! I can never choose between double chocolate or dark chocolate, and I know the marshmallows are stored somewhere in the pantry that’s real high up, can you reach them for me?”
“Uhm,” Time couldn’t bring himself to disappoint Wild, who was now dragging him along into the house, “I can, but I really think—”
“We’ve got it,” Legend stressed, pushing him the last bit of the way through the threshold.
“We’re just fine!” Twilight called from out on the sidewalk.
“Go,” Legend yanked the door closed, “and Wild, put some socks on!”
