[Shit, he knows that coat, only one man outside of a circus ringmaster would wear something that terrible, and what the hell is he doing? Shouldn't he be back home, ruining the country like everyone expected?
(He's not bitter, he isn't. Never mind how the wind kicks up small snow flurries into the air.)
But oh hey, that's an idea. He's far enough away that hopefully Jefferson hasn't seen him, so he heads over to some lumpy mess of a sitting snow animal, and he does some work. Ears, a mouth, he carves out the tips of dull claws with his fingers, and and pulls the mass of snow on the neck into a rough mane. Eh, he's not known for being a sculptor, okay? So he stands back to look at it, and starts thinking about how Jefferson just needs to get punched in the face once in awhile, for his own good. But hey, if the unicorns would get it instead...
It takes only a few moments for the sculpture to jump to life, and he gives it a smack on the rump as it barrels past him and towards the other group. Hey, let the lion and the unicorns duke it out, that's how it's supposed to be.
...It hits him a second later that perhaps he should have planned something for when the lions were done with the unicorns. Shiiiiiit.]
E ignore burr I was here first IN SPIRIT
(He's not bitter, he isn't. Never mind how the wind kicks up small snow flurries into the air.)
But oh hey, that's an idea. He's far enough away that hopefully Jefferson hasn't seen him, so he heads over to some lumpy mess of a sitting snow animal, and he does some work. Ears, a mouth, he carves out the tips of dull claws with his fingers, and and pulls the mass of snow on the neck into a rough mane. Eh, he's not known for being a sculptor, okay? So he stands back to look at it, and starts thinking about how Jefferson just needs to get punched in the face once in awhile, for his own good. But hey, if the unicorns would get it instead...
It takes only a few moments for the sculpture to jump to life, and he gives it a smack on the rump as it barrels past him and towards the other group. Hey, let the lion and the unicorns duke it out, that's how it's supposed to be.
...It hits him a second later that perhaps he should have planned something for when the lions were done with the unicorns. Shiiiiiit.]