we built this city on broken glass

At least Raven was timely. In that he could hardly fault her. Those violet eyes glanced upwards from that bag at his feet to watch the woman approach from across the street, the stallion reaching upward to remove those pieces from his ears before his hand reached downward to shut that music off entirely and tuck the ipod away. He hardly intended to be played for a fool, not in this, the stallion allowing that affinity to extend in search of her mind and the thoughts that turned within it. He hardly cared to pry into them, not truly, Frost merely seeking that connection just in case Raven allowed a stray thought to breach those confines and allow him some insight into any attempt at deceit she might make. The woman hardly seemed the type to be so boldly cunning and yet Frost held distinctly little trust in other beings. Even those whom masqueraded as kind in the fashion Raven did. The stallion having little belief any being could be as good as the curly-haired woman. Surely.....it was a lie. Surely. How could she be so....forgiving of the world? His own head shook slightly, Frost allowing those thoughts to pass with little further concern. He had told Tetradore he would consider displaying some measure of....tolerance for Raven and he intended to at least attempt that very thing.

That silent nod he was afforded at her approach prompted the barest tilt off his own before that plate was suddenly held toward him, Frost content to eye its contents momentarily before reaching out to take it. He could smell that chocolate and sugar even beneath that plastic wrapping and yet the scent of....pumpkin seemed to permeate all the same. The stallion allowing that strange gaze to lift to Raven once more as he peered beneath that fringe of snowy white hair to meet her own eyes.

"You didn't poison it did you?"

He hardly suspected she had and yet he almost anticipated it all the same. It would be no less then he deserved. Frost prone, perhaps, to expecting the worst in people and yet the near indignant look he was sure he was about to receive was enough to see the equine accept it all the same with that slightly quirk off his lip. Raven was a good cook, if nothing else. That scent of sugar more tempting than he cared to admit and yet for now those matters of business prevailed. His hand reached out to take that offered bag then, the stallion lifting it, feeling that weight before shifting it just enough to glance inside. That soft mutter of acceptance echoing from him before he swung it onto his shoulder. Frost hardly bothering to count it in its entirety just yet. Raven, he suspected, was hardly foolish enough to swindle him in this. His head nodding then.

"Thank you."

He offered simply. Those same cool, easy lyrics as always sent towards her then. Frost rearranging that bag on his shoulder before following her own gaze down towards his feet and his own bag- the man reaching down to grasp that second bag now before glancing back toward Raven.

"I have something for you, unless you have to be somewhere?"

That the woman might very well desire to flee from him had readily occured to him. Those words as apathetic as always, his feautres so failing to show any true emotion at all as he regarded the curly haired woman. Frost oblivious, perhaps, to how entirely discouraging that very lack of emotion could surely be or the nervousness it might well infect within others. The man simply failing to consider how utterly cold he could appear even without truy trying. That frosted armour he had worn for so long by far his most effective defense against a world he all but loathed. Even when he was attempting to be...sociable, to some extent. The stallion eyeing his companion with some measure of expectation then as he gestured off that path and towards the parklands and forest.

Are you coming or not? I'm not going to attack you. I'd have done it already if that was my plan."

FrosT