( two feet -- two fuckin' feet -- of snow in new haven. it's not that gideon even minds the snow, per se. snow doesn't really accumulate at sea so it isn't any different than dealing with rain. here, though, on land, in this capacity? at least in wallsend they'd only ever seen a few inches at a time. this is a little extreme, though he supposes that extreme is what america does best.
quinn's suggestion that they should go out and play in the snow draws quite the laugh from him until he realizes that she's being dead serious. his hesitations are met with accusations of being a boring old man, to which he staunchly disagrees. that's how gideon finds himself in the middle of the new haven green (though it's anything but green right now), somewhat inappropriately dressed for the weather in his hoodie and leather jacket and the knit cap tugged over his head. the bottoms of his trousers are already wet from traipsing through said mountains of snow to even get here in the first place, but it's not a totally unfamiliar feeling and thankfully his trusted boots have done their job well enough.
city buildings and the colleges and the like are decidedly closed, many local businesses deciding to follow suit. the snow brings a serene sort of quiet about the whole town, though the antics of children and children at heart who've decided to come here for some fun are anything but. gideon finds himself swept up in it all, a finely packed snowball already threatening to melt in his bare hand, but first he has to get his particular blonde target in sight before launching it, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, just having to hope that it doesn't actually hit a stray snowsuit-clad child as it coasts through the air and towards her. )
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quinn's suggestion that they should go out and play in the snow draws quite the laugh from him until he realizes that she's being dead serious. his hesitations are met with accusations of being a boring old man, to which he staunchly disagrees. that's how gideon finds himself in the middle of the new haven green (though it's anything but green right now), somewhat inappropriately dressed for the weather in his hoodie and leather jacket and the knit cap tugged over his head. the bottoms of his trousers are already wet from traipsing through said mountains of snow to even get here in the first place, but it's not a totally unfamiliar feeling and thankfully his trusted boots have done their job well enough.
city buildings and the colleges and the like are decidedly closed, many local businesses deciding to follow suit. the snow brings a serene sort of quiet about the whole town, though the antics of children and children at heart who've decided to come here for some fun are anything but. gideon finds himself swept up in it all, a finely packed snowball already threatening to melt in his bare hand, but first he has to get his particular blonde target in sight before launching it, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, just having to hope that it doesn't actually hit a stray snowsuit-clad child as it coasts through the air and towards her. )