err… akitoya Call Boy drawing I’m not too proud of, but I need to post stuff, so yeah (also, I’m not using my @ watermark thing anymore; starting to use my actual signature)
Ive been having my eye on the ghoulette appreciation weeks for a while, but writers block kicked me in the ass
But, with the snow, i got a bit of inspiration (and a lot of free time)
So, without further ado, @jesusbutbetterrr 's ghoulette appreciation week prompt,
Lazy sunday
centering around cirrus :D
Warnings: i dont think there's any, this is relatively fluff based ^^
The earth ghouls had warned them all in advance.
Saturday night, their predictions had come true, flakes of snow falling from the earth, drifting. Cirrus could feel the cold wind outside. She was sure anyone with even the slightest Air in them could feel it too, even whilst in the comforts of the ministry.
It had not stopped the next morning, the ghoulette’s first sight being the white, powdery snow that had collected outside, with more falling from the sky. The shouts and squeals from the newer summons outside had filled her ears, but..
Not today. At least, not yet.
She layered her outfit, a comfortable thing. A t-shirt, a sweater on top, and regular sweatpants. It couldn't have been that cold inside, and if she was dragged out, then, well, she’d just put on a coat or something. They could afford to wait a moment, after all.
Slipping on some slippers, she slunk through the halls of the ministry. They were large things, the size almost making Mountain look small, with stained, blue glass that let the cold air in, earning a shiver from Cirrus. She wasn't exactly built for the colder air, that was Cumulus, who was probably outside, enjoying the snow. She could almost imagine her laugh, airy and light, mixing in with the newer ghouls.
The air ghoulette arrived in the kitchen, and grabbed a mug. Nobody really cared who’s mug was which, aside from some specific ones.
This mug was purple, with an illustration of a white cat, playing with a ball of yarn. There was text above it, stating;
“Good Time
We are having a great time”
With a small, soft chuckle at the mug, she placed it onto the countertop. As she went to brew the coffee, she noticed that the brown liquid was already in the pot.
Seemed like someone needed it earlier than her.
She took the pot out of the machine, and poured it into the cup.
Today would be a great day. A lazy one, there was no way anyone would want to do anything productive, but a good one, nonetheless.
