OOC: KICKIN' OFF SOSU WITH KITTY THRAD AW YEAH
It was colder now and ice crystals winked at Milos from all around him. He shook his clothed pelt as a chill slithered its way up his scarred spine, eliciting an amused giggle from his speckled son. "Daddy, what're you doin'?" Logan asked innocently, playfulness on his voice. Now that winter had settled in comfortably around them, the Parhelion-Cormier boys seemed well-adapted to the bite of shorter days and colder temperatures — moreso perhaps than Milos ever thought he could be. Not, of course, because his pelt couldn't keep him warm, but because winter meant less sun and vastly more darkness.
Glancing at Logan, Milos grinned and, instead of responding with words, offered him another — more exaggerated — shiver and laughed. "What d' ya mean?" he asked, shuddering again and lurching towards the young boy. "En't this normal?" Logan picked up easily on his father's playfulness and scurried away in a flurry of snow, his orange eyes like fireflies in the dusty flakes. Milos laughed and chased after his son. "Ah!" the child screamed when his father neared him, dodging the dark Quartermaster with a quick maneuver. "You're goin' crazy, Daddy!" he laughed, darting off towards the Ruins of Tog.
The pair of them kept this up until they found themselves in the bowels of the ruins, crumbling buildings coated in ice and snow. When at last Logan tripped over a sizeable (but hidden) clod of debris and tumbled to inertia, Milos swooped in and covered his son in tickles. The child laughed and struggled to wriggle away, kicking at his father with his hind limbs until the Quartermaster managed to collect his son up into his arms. "Gotcha," he said, his face filled with brightness and cheer as he looked down upon Logan.
The child wiggled. "Nuh-uh!" he giggled, managing to squirm out of his father's grip before offering Milos a swift, if unintentional, kick to his chin. Taking advantage of his father's momentary daze, the child took off through the ruins, leaving behind a trail of giggles.
[WC — 347]