[Zombies hate the cold, and the last he remembers of life outside Deerington's clutches, he and his group had trekked north to colder climes with the sole purpose of taking advantage of that. Cold weather comes with a positive connotation: safety, of a sort.
What better time to join in on the lurking and people watch? Standing on shore, he observes the kid with the ponytail carpet bombing the natives with snowballs a little ways down the pond and feels a marksman's admiration to see it--she has a good arm.
The crowd ebbs and flows, obscuring her from view, and for a while he occupies himself watching the skaters mill about the picture perfect tree in the pond. That is until he passes by the hot chocolate stand and sees the same girl again, hovering like a seagull waiting for crumbs.]
What are you up to?
[He could probably make an educated guess, and so his tone comes out a little amused.]
drops another thread on your pile, also ii!!!
What better time to join in on the lurking and people watch? Standing on shore, he observes the kid with the ponytail carpet bombing the natives with snowballs a little ways down the pond and feels a marksman's admiration to see it--she has a good arm.
The crowd ebbs and flows, obscuring her from view, and for a while he occupies himself watching the skaters mill about the picture perfect tree in the pond. That is until he passes by the hot chocolate stand and sees the same girl again, hovering like a seagull waiting for crumbs.]
What are you up to?
[He could probably make an educated guess, and so his tone comes out a little amused.]