Marquis De Lafayette

ginny loved the snow. as long as she had the right clothes to stay warm it could be a lot of fun. she had managed to drag out a few of her brothers to the park and a snowball fight had quickly broken out, all of them being too competitive for their own good.she quickly got too wrapped up in it, not paying attention to anything else. ginny was quickly snapped out of it though when she hurled a snowball only for her brother to jump out of the way and for it to smack into someone else. she shot up from where she was crouching. “oh my god i am so so sorry. that was totally aimed to kill my brother i swear.” she quickly explained, hoping the stranger would understand it wasn’t intentional. “you can totally hit me right back with snow if that would make it better.”

Lafayette finally had a day off. He loved working in the kitchen but he also liked to be out and about. The bakery was only closed once a week and he planned to make the best of it. The town was coated in a thick layer of snow, causing him to bundle up in a heavy down jacket and a big scarf he had wrapped around to cover his ears. despite the protection, he was still cold. He became even more cold though, when snow hit him in the back of the head and wedged it’s self down his scarf and onto his warm neck; causing it to melt fairly quickly. “Ah ah!” Lafayette yelled, one hand instantly moving up to dig the snow from his skin, shaking out his hair. “My hair” he groaned, turning to eye up the snow culprit. She was only a young woman, she looked terrified. Lafayette, being a considerate man, began to smile. “No no, it’s fine!” He called it off, shrugging a bit. Bending down he bent over to pick up a bit of snow. He tossed it at her; aiming for her coat and hitting his mark. “Even Steven!” 

Peter stared down at the bag in his hands, the burger and fries inside beyond tempting. He’d bought them on an urge despite knowing he shouldn’t. He bit down on his lower lip before looking up to find someone to pawn the food off onto. “Here! Take this! I can’t break my New Year’s resolution just yet. It’s only the third day into the year and I’ve already bought junk food. Please, before I engulf this like a starve whale.”

Lafayette had closed up the bakery for the day. No one wanted to buy puff french pastries at this time of day, he new the dynamics of fresh bread buying and he could be doing other things rather than staying in the store. As he walked down the street a bag of food was shoved towards him by another young man. “That definitely looks like a bag of greasy food.” Lafayette stated, eyeing up the grease stains on the bag. His mouth instantly began to water. “I can trade you-” He stated, going through his bag for a neatly wrapped package from his bag “It’s Brioche, home made, not too harsh on your resolution.” He offered the bread to the other. 

This particular afternoon was sunny and warm, the air holding the welcoming scent of a fresh spring. Peggy was seated in plush patch of grass near the treeline of the local park, the cozy yellow rays raining down on her providing a certain comfort that couldn’t be found elsewhere. In front of her sat her vintage typewriter, a special gift from her best friend and roommate. She had just finished the last page of the chapter she’d been writing, it was a big moment in the story as the main character had reached his only objective. Taking the page out, she put it with the others in the correct order and picked up her sparkly red gel pen, ready to edit her work. As she situated herself with the first page of the chapter, a strong gust of cool wind blew past her, knocking a few pages out of her grasp. Peggy felt a moment of panic and she tried to grab it, however the wind only carried it further away. “Fuckstick,” she whispered under her breath as she got up, ready to chase them.

The bakery had been fairly slow that day, he had a few customers some in but not many. ‘Everyone is most likely enjoying the outside.’ he thought to himself, looking out the window; yearning for the warmth of the sun against his skin. “No one would notice if I just.. Slipped out. Would they, ma mère?” He asked, turning to the picture of his mother he had pinned up to the wall to the kitchen. Of course, all she did was stare back at him. He had already made up his mind; he was already removing his apron and moving to the door. Fishing his key from his pocket, he paused a moment to lock the door behind him as he left. Instantly he felt relief as the sun hit him; it really was beautiful. Lafayette began walking down the sidewalk, looking around at nothing in particular as he made his way. Eventually, he noticed a flurry of papers caught in the wind; in tow was his friend Peggy, scrambling to get up. “Peggy!” He yelled out, moving across the grass. From his vantage point, he was able to easily start grabbing the papers from the ground.