<OOC> Felix wonders if we have snow?
<OOC> Lilah says "Humidity 92 percent, so maybe!"
<OOC> Felix says "Anyone care if we say we do?"
<OOC> Lilah says "Not I!"
<OOC> Felix runs with it.

Maybe it's colder on the roof than the ground, maybe not, but one way or another, the roof is currently covered with an inch or so of snow this evening. Some of it's being used, probably more out of coincidence than intention, for beer-cooling, while Felix is standing on the wall and using some of the rest to throw snowballs down at whatever targets present themselves. One misses the suited man getting into his car, but does hit the open door and spray him with some snow-shrapnel. "One point!" Felix decides, ashing his cigarette over the edge and leaning down to snag another of the snowballs.

"One point o' what?" Lilah asks as she climbs the stairs, still dressed in her Denny's finest. "What you gonna spend your ill-gotten gains on?" She grins over at Felix and steps closer to the edge, though she doesn't climb up on it. Instead, she reaches down to scoop up a snowball's worth of snow, which she hefts from hand to hand, consideringly.

Felix glances over at the sound of Lilah's approach, flashing her a grin. "One point of success," he tells her, "Got eleven so far. Woulda been two if I got him directly. Three if I got him on the head. That's the rules. Two points for cars an' shit if I hit the part I'm aimin' for, one if I hit 'em somewhere else. Wanna play?"

"Sure sure, one point o' success. But what's the high score? We just gonna try 'n beat each other's score? I reckon you got a head start 'n all, ain't hardly fair." Lilah smiles up at him, lips pulling up lopsidedly, and adds, "What's the winner get, anyway?" She starts to (very carefully) clamber up onto the wall-- sitting, thankyouverymuch.

"I was just goin' with personal best," Felix says, "...and technically I guess I was settin' that bar, 'cause I ain't played this before. Not with snow, anyway. Or a roof. So what were you hopin' the winner might get, huh?"

"Oh, I dunnoooo," Lilah says in a sing-song that guarantees she has something in mind. "I hadn't really thought about it. But I reckon ... maybe the loser'd have to do some tasks for the winner. At the winner's request, o'course. Somethin' like... fetchin' their beers, say. Or doing their dirty dishes. Just off the top o' my head." She arches a brow before wiping her now wet and snowball-less hands on her pants and aiming her pointer finger in his direction. "Non-*sexual* tasks, o'course. Other way's too easy."

Felix tilts his head, considering this. "I dunno about too easy. Depends whatcha ask. Plus, that way everybody wins..." He grins broadly at her, and tosses the snowball in his hand a couple times. "I was thinkin' we'd team up, us against the world down there, but I reckon we can do it your way. I'll even zero out my score, make it fair."

"Hmmmmm." Lilah ponders this for several seconds, and then nods her head. "Sounds fair 'nuff. I'll compromise: we gotta compete against each other, but they can be any kinda tasks you want." She grins right back to him, and reaches for a snowball's worth. "I'll even letcha call the first target."

"Hm," Felix replies, and paces along the wall a bit; there's already a definite path of his footprints back and forth in the snow that was coating it. He studies the street below them, where... nothing is happening. Damn. A drag on his cigarette while he waits, and he suddenly brightens as a guy comes around the corner, finishing off a drink, and tosses the cup over his shoulder. "That asshole," he says, indicating the guy, "Count of three?" Not that it'll be easy to tell which snowball is which, that way.

"Count o' three," Lilah says with a nod, hefting her icy payload and readying it. "One... two... three!" She doesn't try to cheat by loosing her snowball early, or any other shenanigans, but she probably could've done with doing so. It's fairly easy to tell her shot goes wide. Way wide.

Felix bobs his head slightly in time with her count, and on three, hurls his missile as well. He doesn't hit the guy's cap, alas, but does manage to just hit his shoulder. "Ha!" he exclaims, and scoops up another, hurling it immediately. The guy's looking up and around to try to find the source of the snowball, and it hits his =other= shoulder this time -- overcorrection -- splashing snow into his face.

Lilah sighs when her shot goes wide, and then giggles, covering her mouth with one cold hand, as Felix's first throw hits the man. Her brows go up, and she's clearly impressed, especially when the second shot hits, too. She misses his cap this time, but at least she *does* hit him. Or, you know, his right shoe. But still! A hit! She seems pretty thrilled, throwing up her arms in triumph.

Felix laughs, turning to offer Lilah a high-five. Well, a medium-five, anyway, about shoulder height. "What the fuck!" the guy yells up at them, having finally spotted the source of his moistening, and Felix leans over the edge to yell back, "Don't leave your fucking trash lying around, asshole!"

"Also, maybe lighten up a little!" Lilah yells down as well. "It's just cold water, not lethal or NOTHIN'." She returns Felix's medium-five, grinning, and prepares another snowball, eyeing the guy down below. She doesn't throw it-- not yet. Your move, guy down below. Your move.

"How about you come down here and say that again!" the guy yells up at them, or more specifically, at Felix. There's a shift in the Galliard's aura, playfulness moving into anger with an unreasonable speed and degree, though he's got it under control. "You sure you want that?" he replies, leaning farther over the edge than he really ought to, and regarding the man with one of those half-feral grins, all teeth and very little humour, "Maybe what you want's to pick that shit up and fuck off."

"Not to mention it'd be two against one. I'll hold yer arms back, he'll punch yer jimmies. We can take *turns* punchin' yer jimmies," Lilah calls down to the man with a smile. Still, just in case, she touches Felix's side-- she aims to make it a light touch, and one that the man below won't see. Just a reminder of softer things. "Reckon you got iced, and it ain't no big deal yet," she adds to the man down below.

Maybe he can sense the Rage from there; maybe it's something about the Gnawer's delivery; maybe it's the threat of double-team jimmy-punchin'. Whichever it may be, the guy opens his mouth, staring up at them, and then snaps it closed again, taking a few steps back to pick up his discarded cup. Felix looks simultaneously smug and faintly disappointed by this turn of events, despite that touch from Lilah. "And a happy new year!" he calls down, once the guy and his cup start heading away.

Lilah waves cheerily to the man as he heads off, and Felix's 'well wishes' to him get another giggle, softer this time. She reaches out for his hand, and if she's able to, squeezes it gently before bringing it to her lips for a quick kiss. "Reckon you won this here match-- if nothin' else, then by helpin' keep the streets clean." She grins brightly and leans back a little, using her new position to look up at him. "Whatchoo wanna do, sunshine?"

Felix straightens back up, and Lilah does manage to snag his hand, squeezing and kissing as she wishes. He flicks the ash from his cigarette over the edge of the building again, watching the man walk off, and then looks down to Lilah, smiling almost in spite of himself when he sees her. "You reckon? I'll take that victory," he says, "Mighty anti-litter crusader..." He sighs and hops down from the wall, sitting on it beside Lilah instead, and leaning his shoulder in against hers. She gets to keep the hand.

"I do reckon," Lilah says with a fond smile, and watches as he lowers himself down. She moves a leg over to wrap it with his before resting her head on his shoulder. "Y'okay?" she asks curiously. She dangles her foot and idly taps one of his before looking up at him.

Felix wriggles his leg against hers, and tilts his head to rest against her head once it's on his shoulder. His other foot moves to step lightly on her tapping foot, trying to gently trap it, or about as gently as his boots allow. "Just gettin' kinda bored again," he says, "...but I didn't even ask yet how your day went. How'd it go?"

"M'day went fine-- am I borin' you, though? We could do whatever ya want, tonight." Lilah smiles and wriggles her foot, trying to squirm it free, but not trying too hard. "I reckon we can always think o' *some'm* to do." Her thumb rubs over his knuckles, idly.

Felix turns his head to kiss Lilah's, nuzzling her hair a moment. "You never bore me," he says, "Like, ever." He keeps his foot on hers, with a very soft, "Grr, grr," as she tries to pull it away. "Hmm. Somethin' to do, y'say..."

Lilah leans up against him, seeming happy to be nuzzled, and happy to hear she's not boring. Still, she does say, "Never?" in her best dubious tone before giggling at his grrs. She lifts her head up so she can lightly bite at his shoulder, then nod her head. "That's whatcha GET," she announces, and rests her head on him once more. "Somethin' to do," she confirms.

"Never," Felix confirms, grinning a little at the bite. "Oh. No. I have been told, for sure," he says, and lifts their joined hands so he can bite her forearm, just above the wrist, in 'retaliation'. And then again, just because. "Hm. Are you suggestin' you might have an idea to propose?"

"Never ever?" Lilah sing-songs, and then laughs as he bites her back. Twice. "Don't *make* me tell you again, Sinclair," she teases, and shakes her head to his question. "I don't have an idea to propose, I'm 'fraid. Not *yet* anyways. Now ya got me all worried about borin' ya." She grins, though, clearly not *too* worried.

"Never, ever," Felix replies, "...though I'm kinda startin' to think you wanna. Seemin' kinda disappointed." He puts out the remnant of is cigarette in the snow, and then catches her chin in his free hand and turns her head toward him, so that he can kiss her. It's a fairly gentle kiss, for the moment. "You wanna find somethin' to eat? We can take it back to the room an' think us up another somethin' to do."

"No," Lilah says seriously, shaking her head. "I ain't disappointed. Mebbe surprised, but not disappointed. I don't ever wanna bore ya." She kisses him back warmly, not trying to ramp up that kiss, and she nods to his suggestions. "I reckon we might could do that. I didn't bring home nothin'... I'm sorry. I got outta there right quick cuz the bus was gonna leave."

Felix gets to his feet, keeping her hand and tugging her up after him. "Why would it be surprisin'?" he asks, "And 'sokay, I reckon we can scare somethin' up. Think we got some shit in the fridge, but if not, I got twenty bucks from New Years still. Oughta do us."

Lilah gets carefully to her feet as well, still holding his hand, and shrugs to his question. "I said *maybe* surprised. I dunno. I reckon I'd bore some people." She kisses him gently, standing there on the wall, and then starts to pick her way down, assuming he goes with her. "No need to spend money on my account. I always got the option o' eatin' at work."

Felix pulls her back for another kiss, and keeps an arm around her afterward, not letting her walk any farther. "Well, some people's stupid," he says, "Anyway. Maybe I like spendin' money on your account. Gotta take care of my girl, right?" He gives her a quick grin, and then lets go, aside from her hand, and heads toward the door. "C'mon, it's fuckin' freezin' out here."

That kiss is, of course, returned, and Lilah tilts her head at his first words, then shrugs. "Reckon they is," she says, though it's the rest of what he has to say that seems to affect her most. She pauses, lifting a hand up to stroke his cheek, and murmurs, "Maybe I wanna take care o' you sometimes." Another moment passes before she starts to draw away, and ads, "'sides, ain't no need. Like I said... I always got the option t'eat at work."

"And did you?" Felix asks, arching a brow, and holding the door for her to head in first. He follows her down the stairs, briefly quiet before he asks, "How would you wanna take care of me? I mean, assumin' you ain't countin' bringin' me food lotsa days, although seein' as we were talkin' about me gettin' food for both of us, reckon that oughta be counted."

Lilah steps in ahead of him when he holds that door for her so gentlemanly. She hesitates to answer his question for a moment, and finally admits, "Well. No. Not today. But the point still stands. I *coulda,* an' I got the funds t'cover m'self. Seems ... churlish t'go'n take from y'all when I don't gotta." She continues down the stairs, and tilts her head just slightly before saying, "I reckon there ain't a way I wouldn't like t'take care of ya." She clears her throat before adding, "'sides, I like takin' care o' ya. It's nice when it's optional-like."

Felix can be a gentleman! Sometimes. Most of those times do seem to involve Lilah, though. He follows her downward, keeping a hand lightly on her as they go. "Well. Maybe we can make a deal. You let me take care of you, an' maybe I let you take care of me some too. Anyway. Reckon you ain't gonna be in much position to try an' take care of me if you ain't eatin' enough."

Lilah glances behind her at his compromise, and then looks forward as they continue down. She seems to be headed for the ground floor. "I don't like that 'maybe,'" she says, but is forced to admit, "...I *could* do with some dinner, though. I got funds, I can cover it. It ain't like I got rent to pay." She pauses for just a brief second before adding, "...I should be payin' someone rent."

She may be headed that way, but she isn't going to make it, not yet. Felix grabs her by the shoulders and pushes her up against the wall before they get there, sandwiching her there and kissing her emphatically. One might almost suspect him of trying to kiss her silly. When he finally lets it break, he doesn't yet let her go. "Stop it. Y'don't owe no one rent here. No one else's payin' any. You wanna use somea your pay to, I dunno, keep shit in the fridge, reckon people'd appreciate it plenty, but you don't gotta do nothin'. You're one of us, that's all y'need."

There's a gasp into that kiss, a sign Lilah's definitely caught by surprise, and yet not in the least holding back on trying to kiss him a little bit silly, too. When that kiss breaks, it's clear that if he intended to overwhelm her, he definitely succeeded. She listens to him closely, and when he's done speaking, she definitely has the look of someone who has something more to say. But rather than say it, she leans forward to try and kiss him senseless.

There are surely those who'd say it wasn't a very ambitious goal. Felix doesn't resist in the slightest, and still doesn't let her go, either. Which arguably makes it debatable just who's kissing whom. In support of the claim that it's Lilah this time, Felix does seem inclined to let it keep going until she stops.

It's some time before Lilah breaks off the kiss, past the point of comfort, at least for her, and definitely risking bruised lips. There are small signs, noticed or not, that despite being affected by the kiss, she's not completely lost; her hands never roam, and she avoids his gaze when that kiss is over. She wraps her arms around his waist then, and rests her head on his chest. It's several moments of breath-catching and beyond before she'll venture, "I just. I wanna be useful."

Felix nuzzles into her hair when she rests her head down like that, the hands holding her in place softening and sliding around her instead. "You are useful," he says, "You do all kindsa shit around here, and you listen out for anythin' we oughta know, an' you bring home food, an' you keep me from snapping an' takin' out half the city or somethin'." The last bit is, admittedly, rather teasing, but the rest is serious enough.

Lilah chews at her bottom lip as she listens, her arms tightening around his waist, just slightly. She's quiet, nodding her head as though she understands, maybe even agrees. But she doesn't look up still, and she's quiet, far moreso than usual. Eventually, she breaks that silence by admitting, "I meant... I meant as a 'Gnawer. Kin. I meant... with intel, 'r stealin' important shit, 'r even unimportant shit. With-- with real, tangible results. I ain't doin' enough. I ain't-- ain't never done enough."

"That IS useful as a Gnawer. And kin. That's keepin' an ear out for intel," Felix points out, "an' providin' food, you know that's kind of a big deal with us. Who's eatin's doin' good. Who's feedin' others's doin' better. Maybe I woulda liked havin' shit to kill on my Rite, but there's a reason they picked what they picked, y'know?" Probably several, if he gave it proper thought. But at least the relevant one is obvious. "You do enough. You do plenty. An' I-- I don't know that I'd want you doin' some kinda undercover secret agent shit." His brow furrows with that. "What makes y'think you ain't doin', ain't done plenty?"

Lilah kisses his chest gently as she listens, not commenting or interrupting on the bulk of what he's said. However, she bites at her lower lip again at the question, giving a small shrug. "It-- I just think--" She breaks off, frustrated, before going on, "Someone once said a thing. 'bout Gnawer 101, an' that I ain't it. Or ain't *got* it, anyway. Cuz I-- I ain't got the typical skillset. An' I *don't.* It was a small thing, a throwaway kinda comment. But sometimes-- sometimes shit gets under your skin, for one reason 'r 'nother, an' it festers. Well. This one festered. An' I wanna fix it. I just. I wanna fix it. Fix *me.*"

"Who said that?" Felix asks, brow furrowing further, and one of his hands moves to stroke her hair and then the side of her jaw, tilting her head so he can see her face. "...Lilah. You don't need fixin'. You ain't broken. I promise you. What's even supposed to be a typical skillset anyhow? What's Gnawer 101 how whoever it was sees it?"

Lilah lets him tilts her head up, and her gaze immediately meets his, her eyes searching his. It's almost as though she were seeking something in particular, and in the end, she does look as though she's found it. She doesn't look away now, still looking directly at him as she gives a small nod to his words. "I dunno," she says with a shrug, and kisses the edge of his lips. "I shouldna let it get to me, anyways. It don't matter now." She seems relieved now, far more at peace than she's been all night, albeit tempered by residual emotions. She licks her lips, the better to lean in and try to kiss him gently.

Felix studies her in return, and certainly she gets that gentle kiss she aims for. "...you sure?" he says after, "I don't want nothin' festerin' in you." He strokes the edge of her jaw again, adding after a moment, softer, "I don't want no one makin' you think you ain't pretty much perfect."

Lilah gives a firm nod to his question, rubbing her cheek up against his hand. "I'll... try'n tell ya if it flares up again," she only mostly teases, and his soft addition makes her pull him as close as she can, arms tightening around his waist. "I hope you know I feel the same way 'bout you," she says after a long moment of silence, watching him closely and rubbing his back with her thumb.

"Yeah?" Felix says, giving her a slightly crooked smile. He watches her for a few moments without saying anything further, finally breaking the silence with, "...now, does that mean you're gonna let me feed you?"

"Yeah," Lilah says, nodding her head with a smile that slowly grows wider. When he watches her, she watches him right back, until he asks that question. She blushes faintly and murmurs, "I thought you'd never ask." Her smile lifts to a grin, and she pulls her arms away from around his waist, instead reaching for one of his hands.

Felix steps back, finally freeing her from the wall, and returns the smile. "Okay, then." He takes her reaching hand, intertwining their fingers, and leads the way to the stairs again, and down, toward the outside world and dinner. "An' maybe if you're real good," he tosses back over his shoulder with a grin, "I'll letcha buy us dessert."