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 Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 12:26 am
Winter meant cold weather, which tended to result in snow. This had especially been the case this past week, in which there had been enough snow to warrant school being called out. Truth be told, while Anming had been somewhat alright with missing class, there were still errands to be done anyway. She knew the most English out of the rest of her family, after all, and thus was capable of communicating better than they would.
Besides, Anming liked being of help, especially to her parents. She was their only daughter, so she had to do her part not to let them down, right? Which was why she was out today, trudging through the snow, as she made her way through the park. The snow had thankfully been plowed and shoveled where the most commonly used paths and roads were, so Anming was definitely thankful for that, but the sooner she could get back home, where it was warm, the better.
... Ah, but maybe she could swing by the gift shop she frequented, to see if they had any figurines she might like? Anming would make a note to remember to see if they were open, before she finished running errands. Her resolutions had been to cut back on spending money on fueling her butterfly collection (again), among other things like 'try to worry less', but... she had the rest of the year to accomplish those, didn't she?
Right.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 1:02 pm
Snow was fun! Sure, it meant he couldn't use his usual mode of conveyance very easily (heelies weren't great over snow), but he certainly didn't mind walking.
And building snow men.
Snowball fights were not his specialty, though: he was not a fan of just throwing things at other people without their permission, like some of the younger kids around the town liked to do. Of course, when he was hit by a random snowball he made sure to compliment their arm and smile and laugh. They were just having fun.
He could understand their actions and allow them against himself, while at the same time knowing he would never do that to a person for fear of upsetting them. That was mostly true with everything he did in life: he never wanted to upset anyone. Ever.
At the moment, Grant was walking down the path in the park, making sure the snow-cleared paths were very well cleared. People could slip and fall or drop things they were carrying or something: he didn't like that idea and was kicking clumps of snow off the path just to be thorough.
He looked up when he saw someone coming, smiling brightly.
"Be careful! There's a slick path of ice right here."
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 10:41 pm
She almost didn't get the warning until she had practically slipped in the ice, self-absorbed as she was in her thoughts. Holding her arms out to steady her balance, Anming waited until she was certain she wouldn't fall, before cautiously proceeding onwards off the ice.
She'd have to use some of the money from the hong bao she'd received to buy some boots with better traction.
Looking around for the person who gave out the warning, Anming spotted Grant, giving a polite (and thankful) smile in return.
"Thank you for the warning," she said gratefully, "I almost missed it."
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 3:23 pm
Grant smiled brightly and moved to aid her. He wasn't teasing or laughing at her slipping. He was just making sure she hadn't hurt herself or anything.
"I'm glad you didn't fall down! You could have hurt yourself if you did, I'm sure. But you didn't so I guess we don't have to worry about that! Do you need some help?"
He could be a little wordy sometimes, but he was in a good mood and that always led to chatting and over analyzing things that did not need to be discussed at all. Of course, he was generally always in a good mood, so perhaps it was more accurate to say he was in a better mood even then. Always optimistic, and fairly certain there was nothing but the bright side, he smiled at her and nodded his head.
He looked at her and chuckled.
"The ice patch is pretty wide here." If he knew her just a little bit better he would likely offer to carry her over it to save time from walking around. But as it stood he weighed that to be a little too intrusive, and he certainly did not want to upset her by doing something that made her uncomfortable.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 7:15 pm
"Ah, um, if it's not too much trouble..." Anming replied; she didn't want to be too much trouble to someone she had just met. Still, that didn't mean she wasn't greatful for the offer- if he hadn't been there to warn her, she'd have more than likely fallen, after all.
"I'm Lin Anming- er, Anming Lin," she told him, correcting herself with the Western name order. It was only polite to give him her name, after all, right...?
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 1:52 pm
Grant nodded his head, holding on to her and opting to help her skate across the ice, as it was. It was a little slippery, though, but he was sure they could get across no problem. It wasn't a lake: just a small patch of very slick ice.
He wobbled.
"My name is Grant! Grant Caudwell. It's very good to meet you," he said, smiling warmly as he moved. They were almost across, but his foot slipped and they both went down because of it. Gravity was not a friend when it was so slippery out, but he laughed.
"Oh dear!"
He hadn't meant to take them both out, but that's what had ended up happening in his efforts to help. Ah well, he could say he tried, at least.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 2:08 am
And in the end they had slipped anyway, despite the original goal being to make it across without slipping. It was funny how those things worked out, but at least nobody was hurt.
"Méiguānxi, it's alright," Anming quickly assured Grant, even if he hadn't exactly said 'sorry', and even if she very much wanted to apologize herself. "Thank you for trying."
The ice had bested both of them today.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 12:55 pm
"I'm very, very sorry," there it was. He could not do anything to another person without apologizing if it wasn't asked of him to do. He moved to help her up, trying not to slip again, though that was difficult. They were so close to the solid part of the walk way, though, that they could manage.
He offered her his hand once his footing was secure.
"I'll slide you to me, if you'd like!" he laughed. He was secure in the knowledge that he was no longer on the ice, and they would escape it now without further harm to either of them. He would have to make it up to her, as well.
"Are you hurt? Did I mess up your clothes? I'll replace it if I did!" He would get her something new, anyway, if he had the chance to. Just to apologize properly for failing to help her as he had intended.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 1:46 am
"If you don't mind," she told him, taking the offered hand. They'd get across the ice one way or another, or, well, she would; it was a little weird to not be the one offering to help another for once.
"I'm alright; it's okay," she assured him. Her jacket was a little wet (and dirty), but it was nothing that couldn't be washed out. And, well, she wouldn't be surprised if she ended up with a few bruises from their misadventures with ice and gravity, but she hadn't broken anything. "You don't need to worry about me..."
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 12:33 pm
Once they were successfully across the ice and no longer in danger of falling down a second or third time, Grant breathed a sigh of relief and amusement, a laugh tacking itself on to the sound as he shook his head.
"Well! That was the most exciting puddle I have ever tried to get across. I might have made it worse, but at least it was fun, right?"
He smiled at her brightly, chuckling all the while. He was very happy, as a general rule: nothing could really pop his bubble. Or so it seemed, especially in situations like this. It wasn't too serious, neither of them had been badly hurt and though he was embarrassed he had apologized and she forgave him, so it was okay to move on to better, happier things.
He could still send her a new coat, if he could figure out where to send it.
"Would you like me to walk you home? I promise I won't knock you down again."
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