I adore my boyfriend, he's a real sweetheart. He always wants to give me a hug, always wants to help me with whatever I'm doing, and he always wants to hold my hand. Even when it's bitterly, freezing cold at our homecoming game. It's very cute, but jeez! I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I let my left hand grow numb while I tried to salvage my right hand by keeping it in my coat pocket. He even wanted to hold hands while we were sitting on the cold, hard ground since some ugly old bat well past her midlife crisis stared at us (me, my boo, and four other friends) until we all left under the excuse of going to talk to our super awesome drama teacher. Then, she took our seats. Which sucked, since they had a good view of the field and were just starting to get warm.

But I digress. He's sweet, and holding hands is sweet...But I seriously doubt the practicality of holding hands when it's 35 degrees outside. That was the inspiration for this installment.

I own nothing.

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Practicality

Winter in Dragon City was never pleasant. The Sun City residents complained about the snow on the tracks while the people living in the lower regions, especially right below Sun City, had to deal with the slush that fell from above. The gray-ish mush was flecked with pebbles, shrapnel, and dragons' messy business. It was even more unpleasant if it hit you in the face and dripped down your back into your shorts, but that's another story.

While dodging the slush was easy if you heard it first, it was made harder by someone attached to your hand trying to move the other way. Kitt and Parm were learning this the hard way. The failed attempts at dodging the snow had left their gloves soaking wet, so they had stuffed them in their pockets a while back. Unfortunately, this left their cold and damp fingers exposed to the air. While Parm was secretly calculating how long it would take to get to the coffee house they were heading towards against how long it would take for frostbite to set in, Kitt was trying to tell Parm to let her hand go with a subtle glare and an effort at telepathy.

A vague whisper and a poorly concealed chuckle alerted both to the fact that Artha and Moordryd found their plight very amusing. Kitt cast a glare over her shoulder at the couple and noted that they weren't holding hands. She also noted that they could easily jump aside and dodge the slush, while another pile dropped on hers and Parm's joined hands yet again.

There was more ill-concealed laughter, which caused Kitt to whip around and glare at them. Unfortunately, Kitt had lost the feeling in her fingers and forgotten that her and Parm were still holding hands, so Parm was whipped around as well. The blue-haired girl scowled darkly and spoke over Parm's indignant squawk, "WHAT, exactly, is so funny?"

Moordryd smirked, "Besides the fact that egg-head is sitting in a pile of slush and dragon crap?" Artha flicked him on the arm lightly, a gesture that went unnoticed thanks to a thick winter coat, and continued, "Well, you guys keep getting slushed...and you're still holding hands."

Kitt's scowl deepened, "Some couple actually do things like that, you know, holding hands." She tugged at Parm's hand in an attempt to pull him up, but slipped and landed on him instead.

Identical smirks spread across Artha's and Moordryd's faces, and Moordryd drawled out casually, "Yes, but some couples don't sit in the slush and let their shorts get all wet." The two boys cheerfully linked arms and strode into the Dragbucks, leaving Parm and Kitt to wallow in the slush.

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Fin.

Okay, a personally challenge of mine was to type the word "slush" as many times as possibly. I hate slush. So let's count!

...I used the word "slush" 7 times. Hooray.

As for KittParm? Uh...If I actually LIKED Kitt, I'd pair her with Parm. As it is, I just needed someone for her to get slushed with.

That 1000 word one-shot (Displays of affection while racing) is coming! I swear! I just need some time! And a calculator to keep track on!

Eh, I'm going to end this here and try and work on OS, since I kind of abandoned it in a box on the street corner. I'm coming, baby!

Review, please!