He's found himself a front-row seat, perched on a lower hanging tree branch. Right in the view of a particularly icy spot on the sidewalk provided to oncoming pedestrians—by Jack, naturally. "Oh, this ought to be good.." Muttered through a barely self-contained simper.

Said 'sparkly teeth' peek behind a fond, amused scoff, one that's paired with the arching of a single brow. "Uh—good to see you haven't changed a bit, Tooth." x.com/eccentrictooth…

"Oh, you know how it is," He leans his head to the side, a mischievous smirk curling his lips by the time he looks back at her. "—super important Guardian stuff." And by [that] he means, causing snowstorms in places there shouldn't be. x.com/eccentrictooth…

@PitchBlackSand +of his brow, and the uncharacteristic way he stands his ground firmly. His gaze never once wavers from the other,+

@PitchBlackSand +giving a slow single nod, "Right.. Look, no offense but, I didn't think you were still..around."

@FreckledRunt_ The brunet down below catches the spirit's interest, causing him to stop midair. "Is that..?" Although the other might not +

@FreckledRunt_ +see him, Jack can sure see the other. He lowers himself so that bare feet land on a snow covered tree branch with precision.

@FreckledRunt_ A spark of mischief flashes over his gaze and he casually taps his staff, sending the snow that had collected on the branch+

@FreckledRunt_ +raining down on the boy under him. "Look out below." He mutters, a smile tugging at his lips.

@PitchBlackSand Refusing to show weakness he doesn't take a step back, despite his instincts pleading him to do so. +

@PitchBlackSand +"Last I heard weren't those guardians trying to stop you?" He can't help the scoff that slips past his lips along with the+

@PitchBlackSand +slight mutter that comes after it. "Guess they're not all what they're cut out to be."

Smoothly maintains his center of balance while walking across the powerlines not unlike one would scale tightrope. A thin coat of frost is left behind each step that he takes, sprawling over the wire as one bare foot moves in front of the other.

An ascending whistle cuts through the still quiet, "Sure is lively today."

Wrinkles up his nose in disdain. It's that time of year again, isn't it?

As if on cue, a couple down below start kissing, Jack's face shriveling into a grimace. "Right. I'm just gonna'.." With a roll of the eyes, he contuines in the opposite direction.