(Well, here's just a casual Rp, nothing too serious intention should happen here. Well, have fun guys. )

Snow fell from a seemingly frozen sky, over the town, or city..Or whatever. Atawhai had given up on pretty much everything. He sat in one of the swings in the snow-covered park, people still came to sit and talk, but nobody came to the swings.

Atawhai slowly rocked himself back and forth in his swing, a thick white coat covering his body. His face flushed from the heat from his own body, his hands covered in white gloves, gripping the chains keeping him from hitting the ground. For most, it was a time of play and joy..For him..It was just...Another winter.

That makes the fourth break-up this year. Atawhai thought to himself on the swing, he really thought Frieden had been the one, only for him to end up with a broken heart..He would had given her the stars, if she would had stayed...He didn't really know what to do...He had nothing to really...Live for... "Oh..Darling, where did you go wrong..?"

Walking down the street, hands folded behind his head was guy standing at 5"9'. His skin color was white, had gray hair, and his eyes were a pale blue. He wore a black leather jacket with khaki pants and under the jacket was a white undershirt. He noticed the guy on the swings who seemed to be down about something.

"Mm.., Ah what the heck!" Mouri said to himself as he was contemplating if to comfort the guy or not. He walked over to the park and towards the seated guy.

"Yo, everything good? It's not everyday someone decides to take a swing in the winter.."

Mouri leaned against the pole that supported all the swings with his arms folded. A gentle smile was marked across his face.

"Oh?" Atawhai looked to the side at the other male before shaking his head, giving the other a small smile.

"Oh, Darling it's nothing. Just needed to get some air out here, plus..." Atawhai put his feet back on the ground, reaching up to fix his beret. "I have to get back and finish up something at my shop, can't stay for long..."

Atawhai pulled his beret, brushing the piled up snow off of it before putting it back on. "Nothing at all.." Atawhai tried to brush the snow off the best he could, before he let out another sigh, letting his arms fall to his sides.

"I'm not one for letting my hair get wet, takes too long to get it dry. And the frost damage!" At this point Atawhai was talking to himself, not really focusing in on anything around him.

He trudged through the snow . His jeans , and shoes already soaking in the water. He was cold , but he kept a unlit cig in his mouth. His dark sunglasses were fogging up but he kept walking through the park. He had on a suit and a red tie. Which he started to loosen. He felt the power to breathe come back to him. The snow piled up on his shoulders and hair , making his jet black hair wet over time. He made his way to the empty swing as he sat down on it and looked up at the sky. He let out another sigh.

"Quentin Wilkinson , what have you done now." he spoke with a small British accent.

"Well, alright take care I'll see you around then" Mouri shrugged he couldn't force the young guy to spill his feelings. Especially to a stranger. He let out a puff of hair so he could see his breathe fog up in the chilled weather, he smiled upon doing this. Before he knew yet another guy was sitting on one of the swings.

"My, my these swings are getting a lot of attention this winter hah." He joked to himself and then directed towards the man with the cigar in his mouth.

"Not too long another guy was here, seemed like something was wrong with him. I'm just going to throw a wild guess is there something on your mind to??" Mouri stayed positioned leaned against the pole. He scratched the back of his head and his gentle smile never ceased.

Quentin Wilkinson , yanwed at looked over at the guy as it continued to snow. He smiled slightly and looked at him as he saw the tracks of the man that was leaving . He turned to face the guy on the pole.

"Isn't it always that way ? But , if you are going to work . Why don't we all go there and talk about life . Maybe make some friends. Plus it's snowing we can warm up a bit and then head out on our separate ways if so be. " ~ He spoke somewhat happily seeing potential company.

"Well, I've never been a person to reflect while sitting on a swing. I usually just do it at home laying on my bed. You really think it's alright to go follow him? I didn't think about cause' I didn't want to bother him." Mouri stands up right now no longer leaning on the pole. He was ready to get moving if they were going to join the other guy at work. He didn't have anything else to do today so he thought this outing just might be a bit fun to say the least.

"Guess we better get moving before we lost sight of him. By the way what's your name?" Mouri began walking with his hands in his pocket following the guy heading to work.

"Well , mate . You can call me Quentin. People have there on way of doing stuff , one usally gets knocked up when they reflect. It's also bad form not to follow up on a friend, well i consider him a friend now. So why not go after him and talk our woes away , Mate? Unless you are Wanker."

He laughed a bit and walked along following the footsteps left by the third musketeer. His intention was to make this so good he would forget the recent events and if lucky enough make a friend and help that friend out too.