Rowan:: *kicks snow off of his shoes, looking more than a little bit disgruntled* Damn snow, damn winter, damn cold. DAMN! *chuckles at the word damn used in repitition*

Poptart: -the snow's so deep that she has to bounce to leap over the snowbanks. Does a little spin as she sneaks off out of Khloe's sights and ears p***k up at the disgruntled male with the pretty scarf-

Rowan:: *shoves his hands in his pockets and huddles up against a tree* Why had he left home? Was he on drugs? *oblivous to others around him*

Poptart: -head tips to the side as she watches the boy huddle against a tree...why? trees weren't warm! With a small grin, bounces up slowly, feet going crunch-crunch in the snow, and she chucks a half-formed snowball at him; it hits the tree and she giggles- Hi.

Rowan:: *dodges the snowball... for no reason at all before blinking at the little one not far from him* Uh... Hu-Hu-Hi? *stumbling over his words since he's been startled*

Poptart: -laughs at his words--he sounded like Papa when -he- was nervous- Hiiiii! -waves a small, rainbow-gloved hand at him, then shrugs her shoulders and does a little dance- Wanna play?

Rowan:: *blinks then grins at her* Hell yeah, let's dance cher~ *snapping out of his surprise since his heart rate has dropped down*

Poptart: -claps her hands together and does another little spin- Okay! But I'm a good dancer! -teases him innocently as she begins to wiggle her rump, calico tail curling around in a swaying motion behind her-

Rowan:: *blinks at the swaying rump in front of him then shakes his head* Whatever.... *POUNCE -- springs at her with his claws retracted, planning on taking them both down the ground for a good old-fashioned game of wrastlin'*

Poptart: -squeals with surprise, then delight as she's pinned under the bigger boy. Uses her back feet and kicks out at him, but never enough to hurt anyone. Tries to squirm away so she can re-pounce his original pounce, giggling all the while-

Rowan:: *laughing, his body wriggling with energy -- forgetting his pissiness with the snow for now. He rolls and moves to run off, giving her an opening to pounce him in return. Pouncing was 90% of the fun*

Poptart: -wiggles away, then takes off running, stops and spins and lunges with both hands stretched out but her claws kept in--she'd wrestled enough with Isis to know the rules of the game! the snow just made it more fun-

Rowan:: *goes down with a THUD, snow falling all over, kicking and flailing and using momentum to make them both roll all over* I'm Ro *roll, thump* wan... *roll* you?

Poptart: -squees as they roll and in her head, they make a giant cat-shaped snowball- Rowan? That's pretty! I'm Poptart! -unblushing, not embarrassed by her odd name at all- I love poptarts, even though Daddy says they rot your teeth!

Rowan:: *realizes he's starting to shiver and rolls them both to a stop -- especially to stop himself* Poptart huh? That's a pretty name and it suits you. You're as sugary as one, cher... Now where's your Daddeh gon' off to anyways?

Poptart: -pops up and stands, realizing she's a little chilly and wraps her coat around her, snugglign her face into her scarf- Thank you! -beams- My Daddy's at home, with Papa. I... -pauses, blinks, and looks around, realizing they're no longer near the bench where her aunt Khloe was- Uhoh...

Rowan: *glances around* Yer father's at home 'n' he lets chu run off all on yer own, eh? *shakes his head* Lemme help you find yer way, cher?

Poptart: No-no. I'm here with Aunt Khloe. She's prol'ly looking for me! -looks concerned, ears pulling tight against her skull but she fights back her fear and tries to be brave- Can you help me find her, Rowan?

Rowan:: *looks at the kitten, figuring that she's probably around 6 or 7 and scared brainless, puts his arms out, offering silently to carry her* Sure chere... Me'n'you, we'll just make sure yer auntie doesn't get to fussin, yeh?

Poptart: -smiles at him, then puts her hands up to be carried- You can't miss her... She's really bright. She's got a mo-hawk! -giggles-

Rowan:: *imagining some weird-o whoo-hoo going off on him for kidnapping* Ahh... Why don'chu yell cher? She knows yer voice, yeh? *carries her on his hip, heading towards the tree where she originally started playing*

Poptart: -begins to shout at the top of her lungs- KHLOOOOEEEEEE! IM OVER HEEEEEEEREEEEE -voice is high and kinda screechy- Heylook! -points to a stand of trees-

Khloe: s**t. Imp's gonna kill me. -headdesks as she continues to look for the lost kitten- Last time I offer to babysit... They're getting too damn big! -calls for Poptart before she hears her voice and her ears p***k up; sees her little neice being carried safely by a bigger boy and she hurries to greet them, eying the boy warily- Where've you been, Poppie? I've been worried sick! -harsh bark-

Rowan:: *manages to look chastized and speaks up* S'my fault m'am~ Yer little cher came lookin' fer someone ter play w'an I got carried away.... *eyes the destructive path of snow they had made through the park ... really was the aunt retarded? ... keeps this to himself and looks down quietly*

Poptart: -wiggles to get down, then grabs Khloe's hand- I'm fine! I had fun! This boy n' I wrestled and I threw a snowball! -happy and oblivious now-

Khloe: -looks her charge over, then decides she's in good shape and looks to the boy- Thank you... -looks a little embarrassed herself for snapping- I'm Khloe. Thanks for bringing her back. She's a little spitfire. -halfway smiles- But she seems to've taken a shine to you...

Rowan;: *tosses his short hair back out of his face and give a polite half-bow* S'nice to meet chu both.. but I need ter get home an warm... Th'snow's stuck to me an' s'not what I call pleasant. Til later mah chere *winks at Poptart*

Poptart: -smiles broadly and gives a wave with her free hand before Khloe scoops her up in her arms- Bye Rowan!