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 ? ” 

     starter for @untethcred based on the prompt : mj and rayar get caught up in a storm and must stay sheltered together until it passes . . . she hated snow : with a passion fiery enough to burn every inch off the connecticut landscape, and rid her of the issue in its entirety. unfortunately, that’s not how anything worked. much to the blonde’s dismay. bundled up on the pearce’s couch, all she can do is watch as the snowfall increases, coating their front yard in a thick sheet of white hell. “ this is so stupid, ” she announces, adjusting her position : legs drawn up against her chest, then back on the carpet below. her restlessness was unlikely to ease without the outlet . . . she needed the skatepark, which was currently consumed by snow & ice, or the arcade, which she could not get to. yeah, she was going to lose her mind. “ i got places to be, y’know ? don’t got time to be stuck here with you all day. ”