ringing in the new year

[beastkeeper]

For the most part, the beginning of every new year on the block is the same. There's the party, held down in the common room (barely distinguishable from the lobby, but hey, who cares), and the reminders that go up in the week prior, telling people to bring food to share (not that everyone does — the witch provides more than enough, anyhow). There are, of course, smaller parties, held in the apartments upstairs or on the grounds, and the combinations of creatures always rotates (more or less), but the overall air remains the same. The end of one year and the ushering in of another is cause to celebrate.

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[authoritatively]

[ isn't that how it always works, though? Ian happens to enjoy coming across people when he does, he doesn't have to babysit anyone (least of all Sully, though parts of him think he should, the thieving shit certainly isn't disciplined by Hallah), but he understands the unfortunate need to have someone chaperone another person. it's needed for anyone and he hardly questions it on the block. (they're all a family, right?)

he has a warmer jacket than hers on in addition a sweater underneath it (he never has been able to tolerate the cold much) on. despite how cold it is, he finds that being on the rooftop comforts him to a certain degree. perhaps it's the fact that it's such a high perch, or perhaps he just likes it for no particular reason. it's best that he doesn't dwell on it. looking up just in time to see her staring at him through the shadow of her hood, he lets out an exhale before heading over to her. he takes out his own lighter and cigarette before sitting down near her and lighting it before putting it too his lips. there's a small silence between them before he says anything. ]

You shouldn't smoke, you know.