Nah, I'm savin' that one for the next time I feel the need to impress you. ( he teases, tugging his own hat off his head and waving it around as though to shake out any spare bunny rabbits. rest assured, gideon's small mammal-free. animal cruelty isn't quite his style.
the beanie is shoved in his jacket pocket, hand lingering there as he catches a glimpse of the pale skin of her back -- immediately pelted with snow, bringing forth a full on belly laugh from gideon as he pushes himself into a sitting position. there's something so utterly undignified about the two of them laying here, the snow absolutely making them its bitch, and yet they don't really seem to do anything about it. gideon's certain that he likes this side of quinn just a tad more than the grace and poise she typically wears so well.
he glances up at her and her outstretched hand quite skeptically. tries to weigh his options. this could be another trap, after all. and even still, he's gideon fucking fletcher and he's not afraid of now't. certainly not a beautiful, snow-covered blonde.
with that, he takes that mittened hand of hers in his own bare one, allows her to help him to his feet. adds, as he brushes the loose snow off the back of his wet corduroys: ) Seems a bit unfair to Frosty, doesn't it? I've got a considerable size advantage here.
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Date: 2015-03-02 07:15 am (UTC)the beanie is shoved in his jacket pocket, hand lingering there as he catches a glimpse of the pale skin of her back -- immediately pelted with snow, bringing forth a full on belly laugh from gideon as he pushes himself into a sitting position. there's something so utterly undignified about the two of them laying here, the snow absolutely making them its bitch, and yet they don't really seem to do anything about it. gideon's certain that he likes this side of quinn just a tad more than the grace and poise she typically wears so well.
he glances up at her and her outstretched hand quite skeptically. tries to weigh his options. this could be another trap, after all. and even still, he's gideon fucking fletcher and he's not afraid of now't. certainly not a beautiful, snow-covered blonde.
with that, he takes that mittened hand of hers in his own bare one, allows her to help him to his feet. adds, as he brushes the loose snow off the back of his wet corduroys: ) Seems a bit unfair to Frosty, doesn't it? I've got a considerable size advantage here.