I decided to make an advent calendar for our favorite clones! It's going to be a new story every day. They're mostly just fluff, sometimes a bit suggestive or angsty, but all in all, sfw!
(p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for mistakes!)
a/n: this is the tenth fic for my advent calendar!
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"Snow sculptures?" he asks, skeptical.
"Yeah! Come on, Fox, it's going to be fun!" you try to excite him too, but it doesn't seem to work that well.
"What is fun about some sculptures made of snow? You look at them for five minutes tops, and then you move on," he shakes his head, still unconvinced.
"But the tickets are cheaper when you come with your partner," you try again, but this time a disbelieving huff leaves his lips.
"We have to pay something for that?" he wants to know, but more in a rhetorical way. You still decide to answer, "Come on. Those people have to live from something, too."
Fox sighs.
"What about that... We go to the exhibition, and if it's really that boring, we can go to that café you like so much," you suggest, throwing a metaphorical fishing rod in the water.
This time, he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. The fish bites the bait.
"And I'll pay for your caf." you say the final phrase. He wouldn't be able to resist that offer.
"Fine."
You catch the fish... Or the Fox.
A few days later, you're standing in front of the exhibition.
The weather is cold, and there is snow everywhere, so Fox and you are wearing winter clothes. Warm mantles, soft beanies and red scarves. Of course.
Due to not having gloves, your hand sneaks into Fox's pocket, where it happily accompanies his hand, protected from the cold.
Excited, you buy the cheaper tickets with your free hand, and together you start walking through the rows of snow sculptures.
Soon, you realize that Fox was right.
The figures are pretty, and you can see how much work and passion people put into them, but well... It's just snow. After about ten minutes, you already feel boredom creep into your veins. You can't wait to go to the small coffee shop.
"You were right," both of you say at the exact same moment. Confused, you look at each other.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" you ask, thinking that you didn't understand him right.
"I said you were right. Those figures really are great," he says, "What was it you wanted to say?"
"I just wanted to say you were right, and we should go and buy some caf," you tell him, looking at him with confusion. "You like it?" you add with raised eyebrows, just to be sure.
"Yeah, look at the filigree work. And it's done with just snow! Isn't that fascinating?" he questions, pulling you a little bit forward.
"Yes, but... I look at them for five minutes tops, and then I move on," you quote him sheepishly.
"You need to examine the details more carefully," he explains, "Let's look at some more, please. Then we can go warm up in the café. How does that sound?"
With that said, you decide to do what he suggests. After some more walking around, you even see someone sculpting a new figure in a corner, and Fox wants to stay a bit longer to observe everything.
It's very cute how intrigued he is by those sculptures, and as time goes on, you realize that you could stay a little longer very well. But instead of looking at the snow, you look at Fox, enjoying the sight of his rarely careless face.
Later, you two still go to the café and enjoy a hot drink and a delicious snack together, extending your date just as planned.
