Snow was blowing all around, which Iceman found to be just entirely too excellent. The flurries might have put other robots off, but for the icebot, it really was the perfect day to go out Christmas shopping. Which was even more perfect, because nobody else felt like going out.
Except, bizarrely, Timeman.
The two set out from the Light residence together at precisely 10 AM; Ice wrapped up in his sky-blue parka, and Time in a plain tan coat that didn't look warm enough, in Iceman's professional opinion (he was an expert on coats, after all). Ice tried to make small talk on the way there, but to no avail. "So, nice weather we're having, yeah?" "
" "You, uh, getting anything for Oilman? You guys are pretty close right?" "
" "Look out, it's a spaceship!" "
He gave up after a few minutes, shoving his hands in his pockets and pouting. Well, fine, if Time wanted to be that way, he just wouldn't bother! They didn't have to talk to each other, right? And it was probably best if