08-05-2018, 06:30 PM
//it better not be home-hurting juice
The snow was nice, nay, it was amazing! This was the locale for which he was meant for, not being crammed up inside some sap-scented greenery. From the cloud of breath in front of your maw outside, to the coziness of a hearth, Snowbound was the place that was meant for him. Yet, he did not feel at home. First off, where was his welcome-cocoa he had heard about? Just kidding, he didn’t mind the warm beverage’s absence. No, what truthfully felt wonky was the lack of socializing going on between him and everyone else. Back at his previous stomping grounds, it was a tight-knit place, with fairly little cliques running around. And although he had merely been here for more than a day, Wendell wasn’t all too satisfied. Oh well, must just be a case of the evening grumpies.
Spotting something of interest off in the snowy stretch, the wolverine continued trekking through the cold powdery blanket. To his eyes, it appeared to be a booth of sorts. And as he approached even closer, he not only realized he was right, but also that it was populated by the two people that came out to say hello yesterday: Izuku and that crow, Cry. She was a tad of a plonker yesterday, however, Wendell had forgiven her; it wouldn’t be cool starting your first day here with someone you dislike. Advancing slowly, with a small case of the collywobbles, Wendell arrived just a little too late to hear Cry’s story about the recipe, and that these drinks were free of cost.
"Hello, guys! Juice?" he’d ask rhetorically, his peepers scanning the obvious beverage bar, ”That’s awesome. Y’ mind if I have some?”. The wolverine absolutely loved this stuff, fresh fruit juice, so the cold didn’t derive him from having any. Nosh and drink was the Dog’s bollocks to have when bonding with others, so maybe Wendell would use this moment as an easy way of getting to know these two?
The snow was nice, nay, it was amazing! This was the locale for which he was meant for, not being crammed up inside some sap-scented greenery. From the cloud of breath in front of your maw outside, to the coziness of a hearth, Snowbound was the place that was meant for him. Yet, he did not feel at home. First off, where was his welcome-cocoa he had heard about? Just kidding, he didn’t mind the warm beverage’s absence. No, what truthfully felt wonky was the lack of socializing going on between him and everyone else. Back at his previous stomping grounds, it was a tight-knit place, with fairly little cliques running around. And although he had merely been here for more than a day, Wendell wasn’t all too satisfied. Oh well, must just be a case of the evening grumpies.
Spotting something of interest off in the snowy stretch, the wolverine continued trekking through the cold powdery blanket. To his eyes, it appeared to be a booth of sorts. And as he approached even closer, he not only realized he was right, but also that it was populated by the two people that came out to say hello yesterday: Izuku and that crow, Cry. She was a tad of a plonker yesterday, however, Wendell had forgiven her; it wouldn’t be cool starting your first day here with someone you dislike. Advancing slowly, with a small case of the collywobbles, Wendell arrived just a little too late to hear Cry’s story about the recipe, and that these drinks were free of cost.
"Hello, guys! Juice?" he’d ask rhetorically, his peepers scanning the obvious beverage bar, ”That’s awesome. Y’ mind if I have some?”. The wolverine absolutely loved this stuff, fresh fruit juice, so the cold didn’t derive him from having any. Nosh and drink was the Dog’s bollocks to have when bonding with others, so maybe Wendell would use this moment as an easy way of getting to know these two?