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Mono started, almost fumbling the book in his hand into the fireplace, as something thunked hard against his window. He kept stock still for a second, listening for the tell-tale giggle of a passing tenager just throwing snowballs, but all he heard was the whirl of wind and then a quiet ‘hey’.
Scrambling up, he threw the book uncaringly onto his bed as he stumbled over to the window kicking off the blanket that had entangled with his legs. He almost met another snowball with his face, as he threw the window open, powder exploding into millions of powdery pieces as it rained across his exposed hands.
He laughed, seeing a familiar yellow head standing in his yard. Her wings, already large and imposing, were clearly fluffed out to combat the cold almost doubling in size. White specks of snow almost imitating the dots of white in his own. Chuckling he ‘hey’d down to her, trapped in a little battle of heys till she shook her head, shoulders shaking as he heard her faint giggling, before she waved him down.
Jumping excitedly, he quickly gathered up his winter coat, shoving stompy boats over his already socked feet as he bounded down the stairs. Trying his best to get his wings into the coat as fast as he could, but winter coats were much harder to wear than his normal coat. Grumbling under his breath, he stilled right by the door, actually focusing on getting it on.
It only took a minute, but for him that was too long to be fumbling with the clasps. Throwing open the door, he quickly shut it behind him, clumsily wading through the thick blanket of snow, nearly reaching up to his shin. Six rolled her eyes at his clumsy stumbling, even though his legs were longer than hers and the snow while at his shin was to her knees.
It was nice seeing her wings all healthy again, held up with a pride she didn’t used to hold as they fanned out wide and uniform, the colour of a healthier ash instead of the damaged burnt it was, the nasty splotches of red no longer a frizzy mess of missing feathers and instead a nice sparking of colour amongst black and white.
Smiling wide and proud, she lifted up another snow ball with her red gloved hand almost tauntingly as she watched him waltz further into the battlefield.
“Six,” He called, eyes almost wide with fear as she tossed the freezing weapon up and down “wait le-let me get some!” He squeaked, dropping to his knees regretting it as cold burst up his pants, snow sneaking into his boats and melting, sapping the warmth from his feet. The snowball splattered uselessly amongst it's blanketed brethren. The girl laughing at his misfortune, before it turned into an angry squawk as the boy retaliated, a snowball of his own knocking right into her shoulder.
“Alright,” Six spoke slowly, reaching up to wipe the snow off her coat, eyes narrowing “This means war bagboy.” He chuckled, eyes narrowing right back
“You are on ducky.” She smiled, all teeth, though he could see even more pink flush into her face at the nickname.
Mono had a lot more mobility than Six, smaller wings and taller legs being the biggest reason, but Six was like a tank. Taking a snowball to the chest without even a wince while she could sock him a new one with her returning shot.
Panting, Mono jumped back, the snowball like it was shot from a canon impacting right in front of him, sending clouds of snow raining upon him. Six mockingly copying his startled chirp. The cold soaked into his coat even further and his nose felt like a stuffy icicle as he sniffled. He had to end this soon or he’d be a full on person sized popsicle. It was so unfair how Six seemed unbothered at the cold.
But, then he spotted her feathers, twice the length of his and so incredibly fluffy… she was a walking insulator with those things. Grumbling at how unfair it was, he ducked again to gather up even more snow.
Then, like a bird into a window, it hit him. Six while not moving like he was had been slowly inching back while searching for more snow to throw, but in doing so she had gotten close enough to the driveway. The part of the driveway where his dad had shovled all the snow to the side.
Which means that the snow was at least twice as thick as anywhere else. Smirking, he called back to her
“Hey wanna make snow angels!” He watched as her eyebrows furrowed, mouth opening, probably to ask him what the hell he ment, but she didn’t get the chance as widened eyes watched a fleet of snow coming right at her.
Eyes wide, she ducked back snow slipping under her feet as she disappeared into a cloud of freezing white, wings flapping in a desperate, yet useless attempt to stop her descent.
He couldn’t help the chuttering laugh clutching at his stomach as she slowly exited the snow bank, covered head to toe in white
“Guess I was the snow angel.” She grumbled, wings out wide the coating of pale white snow blinding in the sun, no hint of her normally ashy colour present. Pushing his off balanced self into the snow, sending him wiggling on the floor, suffering as he tried to get his laughter under control. Only getting worse by the second as she pouted over him.
“Okay, okay laugh it up you goober.” Even with her face pulled into a grimace, he could still hear the smile in her voice as she grabbed at his hand to help him. Wheezing, he stumbled up, curling into her side as he giggled and guffawed into her raincoat “Let's get you inside, hope your dad has hot chocolate, I’m cold.” He coughed out some kind of agreeing noise as she tugged him down the walkway leading to the door.
The walk calmed him down enough to finally take in a deep breath as Six helped him into one of the dining room chairs, noisily looking through every cabinet and drawer in the kitchen despite him pointing out where the stuff she wanted was.
Laying his head on the wood of the table, he just took a minute to breath while watching Six fumble and curse her way around the kitchen, he even heard her grumble under her breath about ‘stupid rich people kitchens’ as she fumbled with the kettle.
“Hey Mono, do you wanna sit by the fireplace?” She questioned, still focused on her task of making hot chocolate
“Y-yeah,” His teeth clacked as he shivered “I’ll start a movie?” He lilted, waiting for confirmation as he got up, rubbing at his arms.
“Sounds good.” She hummed, turning from the stove to send him a smile.
Settling down next to the fire was so relieving as warmth made its way through his soaking bones. Fighting down the coo, he turned around not even trying to fight the instinct to sun his wings.
Six walked in only a bit later, carefully balancing a wooden board in her hands, her wings have turned from a snowy white into a soggy mess as he scooted to the side, patting the spot next to him.
Setting the drinks down carefully in front of them, she hurriedly jumped into his side, and with a start he realised that she felt so much colder than him
“You are freezing.” Six gasped in mock hurt, fluffing her wings to try to get them fully dry
“And you're a little heater dude.” She gently elbowed his side. Chuckling, he scooted towards the coffee table to gather up the remote, turning to see Six. Eyes closed and feathers fluffed out as she enjoyed the welcomed warmth.
Knowing that he was giving her a goofy grin, he turned towards the screen looking for something that he knew they’d both enjoy.