A Proposal

Wuming was feeling rather great that afternoon. He had just gotten out of the shower, freshly shaven and clean. He had some music blasting through the speakers in his room as he put slid short daggers with a strap by his leg.

After putting a button-up shirt, he winked at himself at the mirror and made his way down to the living room where he found Qing Lok at the floor with the other ITs. "What are you doing there, bud?"

Qing Lok took one glance at him. "It's a sunny day for you, huh?"

Wuming looked at the floor-to-ceiling window and saw that it was gray outside. "I'm going to pull the sun out of its hiding. Still looking for The Zookeeper?"

"Of course," his youngest brother answered. "Where are you off to?"

"Uhm… I'm going to stretch some bones."

"Out in the snow?"