@nonepunchman wanted to ride!
It’s cold, but London’s cold and often wet this time of year, annoyingly so. Snow’s a nice change from it always raining the damn time. And yet...
He wants to get through Cotes as fast as possible, and the sun is setting, and dammit, fine, he’ll take a goddamn sleigh ride with those odd foxes because he can already feel his agoraphobia gnawing at him from inside (Fendi being a coward, as always).
Al adjusts his coat as he slips down into the front of one of the sleighs, before casting one last glance around. The way the sun’s rays play across the skies is actually pretty, now that he looks at it. While he’s looking, he catches the eye of a familiar stranger...
“Oh, it’s you again. Planning on taking the sleighs too?”