starter for @untethcred based on the prompt : rayar bought a gift for sawyer, but lost it on the way home . . . flushed hands shoved in the pockets of her coat, sawyer keeps her gaze locked on the pavement below : slick ice concealed by fresh snow, a grave slippage hazard. she wasn’t about to fall on her ass and break something before soccer season had even started, there was no way. thus ; focus was given to the ground, although the attention of her other senses remained on the boy beside her. “ hey, you know what they say . . . it’s the thought that counts. ” she’s sure the saying didn’t originate from their current scenario : a present lost and a pair forced to scour the winter landscape for it. still . . . fitting. “ and if we can’t find it, at least you’ve given me the gift of FROST-BITE. ” an intentional bump of her shoulder against his, and a smile finds its way back onto cold features. “ what was it, anyway ? ”
