Open || There's a flood that's coming up to my bed

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WHO: Thrawn and you?
WHERE: Event planet
WHAT: Winter shenanigans
WHEN: catch-all for January
WARNINGS: None anticipated



Village

Thrawn found the dwellings interesting; the substrate alone was remarkable. It even had a scent. He was already wary of eating anything that was on display and when there seemed to be more children among the others than there were before his caution was made practical.

Beings that were endothermic, as most humans are, may have been drawn inside so they could be nearer to the fire. But Thrawn was not. His idea of snow was a hazardous element that could blot out the senses so an unaware traveler could die from exposure half a meter from his shelter because in the driving snow he had not seen it. This softly falling rain of feathery white was new to him. Though he stood amidst the falling snow there was no steam from released breath. He also wore no extra layers in concession to the colder temperature. He simply stood with his hands clasped behind his back and head tilted to watch the silent rain of white.

Nativity Barn

...well this was mysterious. There were decorative packages that were all arranged together next to a mural. But judging from what others found when opening said packages they were made for another species entirely. One with four arms. Frowning at the word 'Thranda' woven into the garment Thrawn thought that the makers of these garments had misspelled his core name. Although why said makers would put his core name on a garment at all was a somewhat disquieting thought.

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[Eli had never been around so much snow in his life. He was ecstatic. He loved the sound of the snow crunching under him and seeing his breath come up in smoke. The only thing he wished was for warmer clothes. For now he handled it best he could. Upon, spying Thrawn in the village thankfully still an adult...he scooped up a handful of snow and formed it into a ball and toss it at the unsuspecting Chiss.]

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Thrawn was caught completely unaware and had a moment of looking incredibly silly as he stood straight again. It was in his hair and splattered across one of his cheeks. He brushed one hand across his face and frowned at it. Then he turned that puzzled frown on Eli.

As this is the first time he had seen snow like this it was also his first snowball fight. It's probably obvious he did not have much opportunity to learn about 'play' while growing up.

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.....He didn't know what a snowball fight was?! It took a few seconds for Eli to digest this new information. While his planet was warm and not known for snow...he knew what to do. Did the Chiss not play?


"Take a handful of snow and form it into a snowball and then throw it back...." Eli shouted back. "It's called a snowball fight...."

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When snow is a harsh and dangerous element no one thinks they can play with it.

Crouching, Thrawn watches Eli closely but also forms an approximate ball. When he does throw it's probably with a little too much force (look he's never done this before) though the accuracy is impeccable.

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Eli fell backwards from the sudden impact of the snowball. He knew that Thrawn would react, but hadn't expected the force behind it. He fell with an "Oof", but sat up laughing.

"That was a good one, Thrawn," he replied as he began to brush the snow off himself. He was pretty pleased that Thrawn reacted well.

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Thrawn came closer and offered a hand up as he gave Eli the same puzzled frown.

"As a form of combat, this is woefully lacking. Is it meant to be a test of dexterity or agility?"

Someone doesn't get the idea of playing games for fun.

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Eli appreciated Thrawn's offered hand. It kept him from loosing balance again. He couldn't help but laugh again at the comment.

"I suppose it can be a test of sorts or a strategic game...but really it's meant to be a simple game that people play for fun. It's usually children, but adults are known to participate too."

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"Is making one's opponent look as silly as possible part of the objective of this game?"

Thrawn asked as he dusted some snow off of Eli's chest where his snowball had splattered.

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"It can be," Eli replied. "By all means you succeeding in that. However....your expression earlier was priceless."

He took the moment of Thrawn's closeness to reach up and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He blushed from his bold movement, not using to showing such display outside closed doors.

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Thrawn wasn't used to it either and wasn't sure what he was supposed to do in these situations. Mostly he would have little to no reaction and this time only cleared his throat.

"I admit that I was..caught offguard."

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Eli wasn't expecting Thrawn to show much of a reaction and was okay with the fact. He didn't want Thrawn to get too uncomfortable and push the wrong boundaries.

"It certainly doesn't happen often." Eli teased. "Granted, I wouldn't mind going somewhere warm and trying to find warmer clothing to. This uniform isn't cutting it."

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He had no body heat to share but since he was not bothered by the cold he took off his mended white coat and settled it around Eli's shoulders. It was only a ceremonial coat so it offered little in the way of warmth but it was the best Thrawn could do. Of course, that left Thrawn wearing only a black tank top but he didn't seem to mind.

"Unfortunately the heat your body makes is causing the snow on your uniform to melt. Perhaps finding dry clothing is the best course of action."

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Eli simply nodded, his whole body shivering in response. He tightly wrapped the ceremonial uniform around him. Yet, he couldn't help but smile as he wore it. It was Thrawn's uniform. It smelled like him as well. At the same time he felt bad even though he knew Thrawn didn't need it..

"That's if we can even find something to replace these clothes with..." Eli pointed out.