They trailed down the salted roads, few other people passing by.
Gabriel was balancing on the curb, arms extended like an airplane. Whenever his foot slipped, he'd speed up, eventually ending up way ahead.
When he reached the end of the curb, he hopped off and waited for Kant to catch up, grinning.
Kant narrowed his eyes, finding that expression a bit suspicious. Rightfully so—when he came close, Gabriel threw an arm around his shoulders and leaned into him heavily.
"Are you any more sober now?"
Kant stumbled, clenching his jaw as he steadied himself on the icy cobblestone. But he barely managed to huff a sigh of relief and mutter a "yeah," when Gabriel slipped again and reflexively grabbed his arm.
"Gabriel—!"
"Sorry!"
They landed in a heap right under the streetlight.
Kant let out a winded huff, dropping his head against the uneven ground. "Damn..." So much for staying on his feet.
