[OOM] Sam and Atton, the lake.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton's training. Which means he's shirtless and barefoot in the snow, which is usually not a great idea, but is made rather worse by the fact that he's also wearing a kilt.

Despite this, he doesn't seem too bothered. He's been training for long enough that he's starting to get a bit sweaty, even with the cold.

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[necessary_child]

Sam grins. "You are wearing it properly, then. Excellent."

He pokes him. "In that case, I'll admit that it's not reeeally a skirt. Ish."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Finally." Atton sighs.

[necessary_child]

He grins. "I may whisper 'skiiiiiiiirt' at you at intervals, of course, but that's just because it's fun."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"No, it's because you're mean."

[necessary_child]

"Pfft. I'd never be mean."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"You're always mean. Drink?"

[necessary_child]

"Sounds good to me," Sam says cheerfully. "But I could never be mean."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Could too!"