The show had ended and people were filing out of the theatre. Whether in pairs or small groups, all about the air buzzed with the drone of low conversations about the play they had all seen. These two were no exception.
“I say you’re wrong,” Dragon commented as he held the door open for his companion. “It’s quite possible that the finer points of the plot have escaped you.”
She huffed and playfully shouldered past him, dragging a pointed finger across his chest as she did. “Or maybe you’re pulling at theories that don’t exist.” That is something he would do, Foxclaw mused to herself as she stepped outside to the cool night air. “Oh. It’s snowing.” She said, slightly surprised.
He stepped outside after her, the crisp wind jumping at his face as tiny snowflakes found their end on his skin. He looked up, the parade of snow dancing in his eyes. A smirk blossomed on his lips as he turned his eyes to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Well, at least you’ve got a pretty solid grip on the obvious.” he said, amusement laced in his words, as he winked at her.
Giving him a side-eye she tugged on the sides of her jacket and started out on the sidewalk. “At least I have a jacket.”
Always cheeky, that’s what she was, and he didn’t mind it one bit. Dragon shook his head as he followed after. “Who said I was cold?” If he was, he wasn’t about to admit it. The car was two blocks away, he could handle it.
They walked the rest of the block in silence though Foxclaw would glance to the side now and again, checking their surroundings. She broke the silence, “I guess tomorrow we’ll – – “
“Let tomorrow take care of tomorrow,” Dragon interrupted. He rested a hand on her lower back when they got to the corner, then moved her closer to him. He knew what she was going to say, but he didn’t feel like bringing work into their evening. . . .
Pose is RK Poses. One direction
Backdrop is MINIMAL – Manhattan Scene