Admetus had expanded his shelter a bit more, giving him enough room to sit up and made it deeper so he could hide form the wind a bit more. He'd pat down the sides of his shelter, reinforcing it from the inside. Anything to get his mind off the cold and to keep moving, he'd do it. He looked back outside at the thick snowflakes that swept past him. It was really starting to storm now. The wind was howling through the trees and the snow was falling in heavy clumps, covering up everything in it's way. No doubt his human was worried... The Jellicle probably weren't. They weren't excepting him to show up today... Then again, maybe they were.
His ear twitched, hearing someone's voice; very faintly. It wasn't loud at all... And it was hard to make out - but he could pick it out against the roar of the wind. "Hello," he called out, standing up a bit. He strained his ears, only hearing the muffle shout in reply. "Hello!" Why was he even bothering? It was probably just a human... but it could be a Jellicle. He stepped outside, being met with the brisk gust. He recoiled back inside to his shelter with a step back, taking in a deep breath. He had to do this... A few feet at the very least. He had to make sure that it wasn't a human.
He pushed himself out side, calling out again. He didn't care what he said - all that mattered was that he'd make it loud. His ears flicked, focusing on the sound and doing his best to follow it. He caught sight of something moving, down around the swing set and took off for it. It was small. It definitely wasn't a human. It... It looked kind of like Victoria, shouting against the wind. "Hey," he yelled, catching her attention as she turned around. He froze slightly, seeing her bright green eyes. It was hard to not notice them; it was the only thing of true colour that was visible all around them. It was her... "Rumpelteazer," he asked. He'd know those eyes anywhere. "Where's Mungojerrie?"
"I don't know," she cried, her voice barely reaching him even as close as he was. He glanced around, not seeing anything but white... and the green of her eyes, of course...
"Come on," he shouted, taking her paw, trying to ignore how well it seemed to fit into his own. Almost like it was made for it... She looked around nervously, trying to see Mungojerrie. Admetus knew as well as any other tom in the tribe that physical contact with Rumpelteazer could mean instant death by Mungojerrie. Something to do with their tradition or something... He wasn't sure; he knew he had to do this, though. "You're going to freeze out here, Rumpelteazer."
She gave him a small nod, his heart leaping. He guided her toward his makeshift shelter, slower then he went where he ran out to her. The snow was fairly deep and with such short legs, it was hard to walk through. He let her sit in the hollowed area, sitting beside her, unable to help that they were touching lightly. He reached over to her, gently combing his fingers through the fur on her arm, pulling the snow off to reveal her orange and black stripes underneath. "What were you doing out there," he asked quietly, looking up at her; snowflakes clinging to her dark lashes.
"Me and Jerrie were racing," she said quietly, watching as his fingers moved through her fur. "I figured that I'd take a short cut through the park and beat him to the Junkyard but... then it started to snow really heavily... And I was caught. Then you came out..."
"I don't think you won," he said, hoping to Bast that he wouldn't stammer. He looked back up at her, the words 'snow angel' running through his head. She gave him a small smile, a giggle escaping her - which was pure music to him. He looked back down at her fur, starting to pull the snow off of her back as she worked on removing it from her legs and front. They had removed as much as they could from her, residing to allow the rest of it to melt away as it had down with Admetus'. He looked over at her, a comfortable silence falling over them. She just looked so... so delicate.
Her whiskers quivered and she trembled all over from the cold. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and she looked outside forlornly. No doubt that she was worried about her brother; who was easily equally as worried about her - if not more. He knew that she wasn't delicate... She was always so headstrong and determined - and the most stubborn person that ever graced the junkyard. In this moment though, he just wanted to scoop her up in his arms and shield her from everything. He wanted to protect her, keep her safe comfort her. He reached out to her, the contact of his paw snapping her out of her trance, her eyes locking on him. Bast she had gorgeous eyes... They were just so full of light and laughter. He would gladly stare into them for forever if he could.
"You're freezing," he said, realizing it once he felt her. Of course she's freezing, you idiot. She's shaking and her teeth are chattering. He wrapped his warm around her shoulder, pulling her close. Not close enough that it made it look like he was trying anything. He wasn't... He just didn't want her to be scared...
"You're not much warmer yourself," she said lightly, looking up at him, curling up under his arm. He laughed softly, unable to help but smile. Not only was she talking with him, she was joking too, just as she would with Mungojerrie. Maybe he was reading into it a bit too much but... It made him feel like she trusted him. Like she was comfortable with him and enjoyed his company. He suddenly liked the storm a whole lot more...