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The snow was only sort of new. It wasn't as deep as last year's snow had been, thankfully. Being summoned last minute to a mission right before a major holiday, on the other hand, was nothing new. Jordan spotted a familiar face in the crowd and headed over to be the irritating sibling and scruff his brother's hair. "Hey, kid, how's it going?" He gave Pey a smile as well. "Hi. I guess we're all getting roped in on this, huh?"



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Micah had just wanted to go out and enjoy the novelty of cool air and the crunch of snow under his boots. However, it seemed, that had been enough toi get him caught up in a mission summons. He scowled after the retreating back of the Death Division lead; someone more experienced might have been able to tell him that that was a bad idea, but nobody had, as of yet.

Rep shrugged and finished off his hot chocolate, stowing the flask somewhere in the recesses of his many /many/ pockets. Cael always had a certain way of making sure people went on missions, mostly through sheer curiosity.

Wherever it was was probably mortal danger, and to be hones - by now - he kind of looked forward to it.

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Mikael hadn't really noticed where people were going or what they were up to, almost wilfully ignorant of the world around him other than the very specific things he found interesting. Dressed in tidy and fashionable clothes, with his personal hygiene back up to a good standard he felt good.

He just wasn't entirely on board with his brothers only women rule and found himself admiring people around him, all of them, without much regard for anyone's gender. Melvin didn't care about him any more, so maybe there were other people who'd help him out.

Picking a handsome one at random he gave Malkam a smirk. "I'll be right back." he said.

And headed over to the sullen looking guy who was staring after Cael, because clearly he needed cheering up.

"Hey there." he crooned. "What's your name?"

"Mikael." he said cheerfully. "I'm a really great friend. I'm in Life division but I think I might go to Moon cause I care so much about people and like to build sandcastles." He took a breath. "I draw sometimes too! I get lonely sometimes because my dad is a murderer but I like talking to people. I like a lot of things. I like you. You've got nice hair. It's great!"

He seemed to falter a bit, slightly out of steam, looking down at Micah's feet.

"I...like..your shoes?"

He looked back up and beamed.

To Mikael's smile's credit, it only faltered a tiny smidgeon when the reaction wasn't what he'd been hoping for. He wasn't exactly sure what he'd been hoping for but if movies were any indication it'd be accompanied by a love at first sight music swell and friendship for ever. None of that happened, instead the other man looked a little bit concerned. He decided he had to backtrack a little bit.

"Oh uh. Yeah. I was just saying that you look great, and your shoes look great. Not that that means your clothes aren't also great.... All of you is great."

That didn't seem like something someone in a movie would say either, but most of the lines he could think of were in swedish.

"Kommer du hit ofta?" he crooned before quickly and sloppily translating it. "Come you to here often?"

Was that the right response to that chat-up line? He didn't know! Did it mean he was interested?! He hadn't hit him yet, though sometimes on tv being hit by someone meant they secretly liked you. He didn't know what he was doing, this was uncharted waters and he didn't have a map. "It was Swedish." he said. "And I live here too! So I come to this place often too."

He seemed a little more confident about where he was going with all of this, drawing upon his dubious store of compliments and pick up lines to flatter Micah, deciding that Swedish was working for this particular encounter. "Du är som en gosig liten nallebjörn!" he said, gesturing as if he was waggling the arms of an invisible stuffed animal.

"You are like a cuddly little bear."

Being completely oblivious, Mik didn't take the hint that comparisons to a teddy bear might not actually be wanted by the other man and instead made claws with his hands and made playful snarling sounds.

"Why not?" he said. "Teddy bears can be fierce and cuddly both! I am mostly cuddly though. I make a good cuddle friend like a teddy bear too. I would be a wolf though!"

He nodded to Micah. "You are pretty though, your eyes are nice, not little black bead eyes!"

"What I'm after?" he looked thoughtful. "Er. Cute times?" he said hopefully, seeing no harm at all in completely blunt honesty. "Possibly some sex, if you are of the sex inclination!"

He spread his arms as if finishing a complicated gymnastic routine. "I want any!"

Mik looked a bit disappointed with the reaction he got to his offer and dropped his arms limply to his side before asking. "Erm. Did you say "what the ********" or "want to ********. Just so I'm clear.""

He thought he was doing really well.