The faint clicking of Columbina's heels and the thump of Pantalone's boots was they walked the cold streets of Snezhnaya, away from a local bar. Pantalone's expression was neutral as he carried you over his shoulder as if you were nothing but a sack of money to be tossed away into his vault. Columbina was looking straight ahead, despite her eyes being closed, humming A Winter Night's Lazzo as she had her eyes gently hooked around Pantalone's arms. she was slightly tippsy but yet still sober enough to think (mostly) straight.

However, you were wasted. clinging onto the collar of Pantalone's coat, burying your face into the fluff and giggling like a fool. Pantalone sighed as he shook his head, peering over his shoulder at you. "Goodness, you moron. why'd you have to drink so much?" he scolded you whilst continuing to walk forth but not too fast, considering Columbina is holding onto him.

"mh.. they didn't drink that much banker, they're possibly just a light weight" Columbina giggled, the wings on her head gently flutter. the 3rd harbinger teased the 9th.