“You don’t walk on ice anyway. You crawl to distribute weight.” That isn’t the point and he knows it, he’s just giving her a hard time because she allows him to give her a hard time, if she was less fun to play with, he wouldn’t do it, simple as that. So the dance continues, like a crow pulling the tail of a mountain lion.
“They’re snowdrops. Despite how delicate they look, they’re the first flowers to bloom near the end of winter. People used to think they held an inner warmth because of the way they were able to thrive despite the lingering snow. They’re beautiful, but hardy.”
He taps one of the little bell-like blossoms and watches it seem to tremble with the movement, humming under his breath for a moment. “Maybe it can even survive Briggs.” he suggests, hell it might under the right conditions.
The thought of going up to Briggs himself almost has him shivering on the spot. He does well in the cold, if only because there’s no reason for him to care about it. So it hurts, so what, so it’s uncomfortable, who cares. Pain and discomfort, as if Mustang ever cared about the useless reactions of his body. Really.
His fingers twitch as if to touch his scarred side, but he refrains.
“All right. To Briggs it is, just give me a day. It’s a date.”
His legs tense slightly, absolutely ready to make a dive for it to save himself if she becomes violent.
“If you know how to walk on ice, it’s easy. Crawling is the cowards way out. “She said lightly. Why did she have to be the person to deal with him. “--One wrong move though, you will be underneath the frozen water.” she stated and just rolled her eyes. Already annoyed, but it brought her to think about drowning the other now--- man why did she have to think about that right now. It always came down to that.
But taken the moment she listen to the other, and her face got a little meaner. Really was he trying to get himself killed? Or what, trying to get her to love him. Oh, this was already dumb, crossing her arms under her chest she titled her head. Letting out a long sigh, she didn’t know if she wanted to take it and just smash the pot in his face, or just walk out of the room.
“--They are still gross. Try better next time.”
Next time--- Next time she is just going to smash the pot into his face. The blonde shook her head for the moment and listen to him again. Did he really think he would be able to last up there? She wasn’t the nicest person to anyone. Bringing him up there-- he might not be coming back alive, that’s for sure. Maybe she should reassure him.
‘You know if you come to Briggs, then men there aren’t the same-- each one of them can take a gristly bear on it’s their own. It’s cold-- no heat around. Most people die within the first week. You work to keep warm, and It’s my home---it’s a fun place to be-- being under me y’know... and must I go on for you--- to get that point?
Cold as ice, that was the only fun she was going to get out of this.
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