[SCT] Doesn't Have to be a Snowman

[François Laffont]

Was it weird that Frank decided she could get out wearing only a sweater? Well, it didn’t matter the answer, Franck still found it weird. “<I hope you didn’t catch a cold,>” he let out. He could tell that was not good, but certainly not because it was too cold outside for it to look cute. Though Franck would also agree on this. Because he knew fashion, although he idea of fashion was probably a little far from what Frank considered it to be. Still, no matter how good looking your sweater was, he would say you still needed a coat to go outside.

He smiled at the thought of someone in this trip that could make a snowman move. Wouldn’t that be awesome? “<If there was, you definitely need to sing with them,>” Franck told her. She really should, at the very least so Franck wouldn’t be the only one forced to listen to her. Although, judging by the size of the ball of snow she made, she might want to make a morbidly obese Olaf.

It took Franck some time to realise what his friend was saying. Of course, she switched back to English. His brain needed a little more time to do the same so it took him a moment before he could answer her. “I think we’ll be able to make a pretty big one,” he answered after he nodded on her comment about size. No, he didn’t think about anything else than snowmen although when she pushed him and giggled, he started to realise what it could imply also and it made him blush a little. Just a little. “Well, yes you’re right but erm... we’re talking snowmen here,” he said, trying not to sound too embarrassed but certain he failed at it. “If we keep it like that, I’d say it would be a little bigger than you, perhaps? Maybe we can make a smaller one next to it, like, you know, a family of snowmen?”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank just giggled as Franck talked about catching a cold. She stuck her tongue out at him and winked for a moment, figuring that would be enough to let his mind go rampant. And then she was onto the whole snow thing and talking and thinking about singing and people listening and stuff. "I don't get why people don't sing more often. It's always so fun when people sing!" She hummed to herself as she patted down the snowman.

Then there was that whole moving back and analyzing it closely thing. She nodded at the big thing. "oh, you think we could!" She giggled. "So you like 'em big, eh?" she elbowed her friend again. Then nodded again. "Right, so we can make a poppa, a momma, and a baby," she leaned over, "small family, don't wanna go overboard and invite the crazy uncle or anything."

Frank nodded and then patted the base. "So this is probly our start then, right? Time for the body!" And she dove down, rolling the snow, stopping only for a moment as she hit Franck's feet, looking up at him with an expression that would not have been out of place on a puppy.

[François Laffont]

Franck simply arched an eyebrow at the little wink she gave him. Sometimes, it was better not to ask questions. Unlike her, he didn’t have the desire to break into songs at any moment of the day. He would even be happy never having to sing of his life. “I guess it depends who sings, and what they sing,” he pointed out. If Frank felt like humming never endlessly while making snowmen, Franck figured he could take some. She was happy doing it and that just made him happy too. He only had not to pay too close attention to her.

He really didn’t think at first this could turn into a sex joke. Of course, when your friend elbows you with a smirk, pointing out you might like them big, it was kind of hard to miss it this time. “That’s not what I meant...” he let out, trying not to appear too embarrassed over this.

“Yeah, no crazy uncle,” he agreed with her even though he wasn’t quite sure it was something he should or should not agree to. “I’ll do the head, since you’re... well started here,” he said as he noticed Frank was already doing the same rolling motion to gather as much snow as possible. Obviously her snowman-making talents were better than his He startled slightly when she hit his feet but smiled at her. He didn't really care and it wasn’t like it hurt too much. “Hey, how’s it going with... what was his name again? ...Your stable hand.”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank grinned. "Suuuuure it's not what you meant. It's okay," Frank winked at her friend, "I won't tell anyone your secrets. Even if I did, nobody would probably believe me," Frank shrugged and went back to rolling the snow body again. She's pretty well already agreed with Franck's suggestion/assertion that they lay off the whole crazy uncle thing, if only because she didn't have anything that would really separate the creepy uncle from the kids, and that would just be embarrassing.

Frank pulled to a stop right before Franck asked his question and looked up at him. "Who? Ohhhh," Frank patted the rounded ball of snow a few times, head bobbing, "that guy. You know, I actually haven't seen all that much of him? It's kinda a bummer, 'cuz I thought I might actually get some action and be all princessy and stuff since I totally missed out last year because of that Lux girl and all and for some reason you and I just can't seem to actually get anyone to bone us despite our being two of the hottest, coolest, elegiblist peoples that go to that school."

Frank paused and studied the snow ball she'd worked into a near perfect orb. She nodded, bent down, and lifted. Soon she was plopping it onto the snowman. "Sorry things didn't work out with my whole party things. Parties don't seem to work out as well here as I figured they would," Frank paused, her brow furrowing. "Which is kinda weird, really, but eh, what can you do?" She shrugged. "You having any better luck? Got some lucky guy that you're just dying to tell me about?" Frank bounced her eyebrows a few times, leaning over and smiling in a slightly suggestive manner at her friend.

[François Laffont]

“Oh, they might, but I don’t think they’ll care,” he replied. Some might care. He knew some twins who might like to hear this and tease him about it. He turned his head away, blushing at the mere thought. Best not go there if he didn’t want to turn red. He didn’t want to have that kind of conversation with Frank. Franck was not one to have that kind of conversation with anyone. Luckily for him, they were doing something, making snowmen, and it was the best way to ignore this conversation and set his friend’s mind off it.

That and talking of her stable guy. But she apparently didn’t get the action she expected out of him. Franck was sorry to hear that but at the same time he had never been entirely sure the man wanted anything from her. He chuckled, remembering how Luxanna won the prom princess title. Franck might not go and say they were the hottest, coolest, eligiblest of the school, except perhaps to cheer her up, but he supposed it was kind of a bummer they had no one. Franck might be able to get something out of someone, but he preferred not to talk of this with Frank. There were some things he preferred to keep from her.

He helped her with the ball she made making sure it was well centered, then added his on top of it. The proportions weren’t too bad so it wouldn’t look weird. “It’s ok. We all had fun at your party, it’s what matters.” Franck couldn’t think of a party hosted by Frank that could not be fun. Crazy too, but that was beside the point. He didn’t mind if he got no ‘action’, as she said, out of it. He didn’t want to lie to his friend. He just feared her reaction. No doubt she’ll be happy for him. Too happy. “If I ever find that rare gem, I’ll be sure to tell you,” he promised. That wasn’t a lie, wasn’t it? He didn’t think it was. “The head’s fine or you want it more like that snowman in Frozen? It’s kind of more...oval-shaped. And we’ll need twigs.”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank shrugged. "We can totes have fun being hot single types of people too. Just means that we don't gotta worry 'bout all the relationship drama. Though I so wouldn't mind the fun stuff," she sighed, giving Franck a longing look, "if only you were straight," another pause, "or I was a dude, I guess." Another sigh.

Then Frank seemed to forget about sex and stuff, mostly because they had more important things to discuss: like the head of the snowman they were making together. Frank looked over what they'd put together, studying it with her super-critical eye. "Well," she said, taking a few steps and walking around. "First of all, his name is Olaf," she gave Franck a serious look, "do we need to watch that movie again? Because I totally got a copy on, like, my laptop. And my Ipod. And I think my phone." She paused, her brow crinkling. "What was I--- oh, yeah," she clapped her hands together and pointed them at the snowman. "We should be working on our own snowman, so we leave him like this. And... twigs..."

Frank then began bounding around. "I can't believe I forgot about arms! Do you think we should try making snow arms or something? Or should we just sort of get some ketchup and put them around his arms and say he lost them to some hungry puppies or something?" Of course, none of these ideas stopped Frank from looking for sticks of her own.

[François Laffont]

Franck couldn’t agree more even though, just like his friend, he was sometimes feeling lonely being the hot single one. “If we settled just for the fun stuff, we wouldn’t be looking for a relationship and we wouldn’t be single. But it’s kind of nice having the whole thing too,” he replied. No one should be surprised in Franck saying something of the like. It was hard to imagine him going after someone only for the ‘fun stuff’. He smiled at his friend, squeezing her shoulder one moment. It was not the first time they said something like that to each other.

“No it’s ok. I just didn’t want to mistake his name with that of the moose,” he said. Unlike Frank, he didn't take a liking in Frozen to the point of knowing every song and the name of every character. Not to add that he could do without Frank singing along the songs again. The fact she had it pretty much everywhere didn't surprise him. He bet that when the next big Disney hit will come out, she’ll wonder what this movie is doing in her phone, Ipod and computer and will switch it for the other. In the meantime, so long as he didn’t have to watch it over and over again, she could keep it anywhere she liked.

Franck was fine going after twigs but Frank gave other suggestion. If the idea of making arms seemed not that bad, providing they wouldn’t fall off, he stared at her uncertain whether he should laugh or fear what was taking her at her other suggestion. “Hungry puppies or hungry Frank? Maybe we can try to make snow arms on the woman. That is the man we’re doing right?” He had a quick look at their snowman. It had to be the man. Or this was some tall and huge woman they had there. “With the size of this one, we might as well look for branches,” he let out. Maybe they saw a little too big.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank shrugged a bit. "I guess. I dunno: I kinda want to have fun either way, you know? Seems silly to get too wrapped up in stuff that's out of our control," Frank paused, looking over the snowman again. Franck's other comment drew her out of her more contemplative, deeper thoughts, causing Frank to whirl on her best friend.

"It's a reindeer," she said, raising a finger and pointing it at Franck, "and his name is Sven. Clearly we're going to have to watch the movie again. I just got the sing-along addition, so we'll totally do that when--"

"oh, yeah, branches!" Frank said, turning to look, having just remembered that they were, in fact, still building snowman. She looked around for several moments, still trying to figure out what they could use. She paused only to giggle as Franck teased her about eating the arms, leaning over and giving him a little slap.

"I don't eat people!" she insisted, nodding. "SO there. And we could try snow arms... oooor!" Frank turned and pointed toward the nearest group of skiiers. "We could totes get skis! They could be awesome cyborg snowmen? Eh, eh?" Frank bobbed her eyebrows as she turned to Franck, her grin widening.

[François Laffont]

Franck knew not everyone wanted something serious, that many could settle for fun, and it was fine. He simply wasn’t like that. He had desires, of course, like everyone else, but he wasn’t used to act on them like so many of the other students around him did. “Yeah, I guess so,” he still admitted. At some point, the thought of having someone, even if it was just for some fun now and then, was awfully tempting when the other option was no one at all.

“Oh, right. Sorry. I never know your English words but I should have guessed this one, it’s a lot like the French one...” he said as Frank corrected him. It was weird, to think that Frank corrected him on something. But it was about a character in a movie she watched a gazillion times already, it suddenly made it less impressive. “Oh please, not again!” Franck exclaimed. Worse, she brought up a sing-along version...

Thank goodness there were snowmen to distract her. Although it might be better to do an activity that was the complete opposite to Frozen if he wanted to fully distract her. He laughed when she slapped him. It didn’t hurt, it wasn’t meant to, and she was laughing of his joke. Then again, Frank was always laughing... “I don’t think they’ll love it if we stole their skis...” he pointed out when she mentioned they could sue those for arms. “It could be fun to have skis though. And the sticks, like they’re skiing too. Come on, let’s try to make some arms,” Franck said, figuring she would help him and not get stuck with skis, since he didn’t think it would be possible.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank actually paused for a moment as Franck mentioned the whole English thing. "You know, sometimes I forget that you're French," she said in a sort of distracted manner. Her head tilted the side as though she could let the thoughts roll around loose like a bunch of marbles in a jar. She was soon grinning though at Franck's exclamation.

But yeah, distraction. Frank was so distracted, edging toward the skiis, that look of near manic determination already coming onto her face. She paused as she heard him shooting down the ski thing. She paused, turning, her eyes already starting to water as if ready for pouting and all that fun stuff. "But---" she began, only to pause as Franck talked about putting them on skis. "That would be awesome!" Frank cooed, hopping up and down a few times. She dashed around in a quick circle, only to trip over their half-completed snowman and do a tumble in the snow.

This didn't seem to do more than cause Frank to literally tumble and pop back up, grinning as widely as ever. "Snow arms!" she cried, scooping the snow around her and patting it to her arms. Once Frank had a decent coat, she rose to her feet, keeping her arms wide. She walked forward and moved to try and put the snow onto the snowman directly, which of course required that her tongue sneak out in the classic expression of concentration.

[François Laffont]

Could someone forget that he was French? Probably and when that person is Frank, well that was even more possible. Except for one thing... “Even though we’ve been speaking French earlier?” He knew Frank was a scatterbrain but he didn't expect that. He laughed at it though. Obviously, Franck was spending too much time with her. Soon, he might just start forgetting things he did a minute before and bounce around. Will even want to watch Frozen again. And sing. Maybe it was time he had a break of Frank.

“Of course it would be,” he said as the matter of skis were brought up. Yes, he was starting to spend too much time with Frank. But he was still himself. “But I doubt we can borrow some for our snowman.” Frank destroyed a part of their snowman but Franck was not as much worried about this than to make sure she was fine as she fell. He barely started to move towards her that she was already up and grinning. He smiled, relieved she didn't hurt herself.

He laughed as he watched her gather snow but not in her hands, on her arms. “How long you think it can stick there before it falls off?” he asked, amused by this. He joined her by the snowman to make the arms, but he was also trying to keep some distance in case she decided to dance with her snow arms or something. He didn’t want to get punched or be thrown snow in the face by accident.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Well, yeah, I mean, we did that so you didn't lose your Frenchness but, I forget that you're, you know, French," Frank narrowed her eyes, pointing a finger at Franck. "Don't make this complicated."

And then, Frank was falling and running around and pushing snow together with all the glee and abandon she usually possessed. She sealed the snow about her arm ,and then she looked up at Franck. "Well, duh, obviously it doesn't have to last all that long 'cuz it's going on the snowman," she nodded toward their creation before wobbling up to her feet. She then stuck her tongue out and brought her arms together. Working with a rather strangely high amount of care (especially for Frank), she brought her arms together and pushed.

Then Frank walked backward, dumping the snow onto the arm and sort of extending it out. Some of it fell, but Frank seemed to be focused on getting it to actually work. Her whole attention was focused on the task, her tongue sticking out just slightly to show just how very hard she was concentrating.

[François Laffont]

Franck decided to laugh and raise his hands in sign of defeat. He was good at following Frank around, he believed he was good at keeping her under some control, but he never thought he was good at deciphering her. She needed to come with an instruction booklet to understand her. Even then, he assumed said instructions would be in some weird language with glitters everywhere so it wouldn’t be of much help.

Franck was gathering snow with the same light-heartedness as Frank showed, perhaps with a little less crazy in it. Seeing that, for once, she seemed wholly absorbed in her work, Franck stepped back and let her deal with the arms. Their snowman looked pretty good. “All it needs is the carrot... You ever wondered why they decided to use a carrot?” The thought just popped out in his mind and thanks to the bubbliness surrounding him, he couldn’t keep it to himself. Frank had the noses however so he stayed where he was and let her finish their snowman.

Franck was feeling playful. With a smirk, he looked around and finally decided to gather some of the snow. “Hey, Frank,” he called her. And then he threw the ball at her, his smile refusing to leave him the whole time.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Yes, Frank won! She was tempted to blurt out some victory music and strike a pose, and she probably would have if there wasn't the whole making a snowman thing to distract her. As it was, there was, and so she ended up moving back to getting the snowman's arms into place, taking a few steps back to admire her work alongside one of her bffls.

"I dunno," Frank said, tilting her head. "Maybe that's just what people had around? I guess that people have probably been growing them for a while, and lots of kids aren't eating them and junk," while she spoke, she got out one of the carrots of her own. Frank paused then, raising a hand, thumb extended. She carefully adjusted her thumb in relation to the snowman, angling things, and finally nodded. She stepped forward, placed the carrot into position, and then just rammed it into place.

"There," she said, patting the snowman on the head, "he looks just--what?" She turned as Franck spoke, only to get a snowball to the chest. She felt snow splatter all over her, and was soon giggling. She bent down, scooping up a ball. "oh, you so don't know what you're getting into, Francky," she said, actually taking her time to form the ball. Then she held up a snowball that looked almost too good. She tossed it on her hand once, and then flung it toward Franck, clearly showing some experience in this matter.

[François Laffont]

Franck was seriously wondering why people used carrots for snowmen’s nose. Like, he could get on the internet and check it out, if he ever remembered to do that. Because he was likely to forget about it the moment he’ll head back inside the cabin. But for now, he tried to figure out why they decided that a carrot was a suitable nose replacement. “Maybe it was the only thing that fit? It must be hard to keep a potato or a radish in place. The carrot, you can plant it in the middle of the face so it doesn’t fall off,” he suggested. Their theories were just as good and Franck bet it was something entirely different. Not that he would ever bother asking himself why snowmen had carrot for noses though.

In fact, he was already feeling the need to do something else with Frank. He laughed as he hit her with the snowball. It wasn’t particularly hard, as she was barely moving right now. He was still grinning as he watched her gather some snow. He didn’t make another one, he waited. Still, he turned when she threw it in his direction, receiving it in his back. He laughed again as he gathered the snow and startled a little battle with his friend.

Franck didn’t intend to join the snow war but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to play it a little. And who better to do it than the one person who would always be up for anything, Frank Cox? She was pretty good too. Obviously, she had more experience than her friend, who had to channel his younger years back in France to put himself in the mood for a snow fight. At the end of it, for he kept going for a little while, he tackled Frank to the ground. He still made sure he would be the one hitting the ground with his back, Frank mostly in his arms. And he laughed the whole time before catching his breath. “I call a truce, you’re too good for me,” he told her as he let go of his friend. He sat on the snow and looked at their snowman who, miraculously, was still intact. “Come one, I’m buying you a hot chocolate. And don’t tell me anything about being the one with the money, I can pay a chocolate to my best friend.”