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[write_it_in]

[The snow has eased up enough for you to notice that there is a familiar novelist with three large suitcases, glaring at a mound of snow as high as he is and blowing on his hands.]

This is the worst idea I ever had.

((BREAKUP and Eiri has nowhere to go. So he tried to build an igloo. Mock him. Please.

off to work! picking up afterwards.))

Comments

[raepyourwords]

I would have to agree. What are you attempting?

[write_it_in]

...nothing. Do you know anyone with cabin space?

[raepyourwords]

No.

[write_it_in]

Figures.

[attempts to light a cigarette; his hands are frozen]

[whenurgood2nana]

Are you trying to freeze to death?!

[write_it_in]

Yeah. Maybe.

[whenurgood2nana]

That's not allowed. *taking off her jacket and scarf* Here, take these. I'm grabbing your shit and we're taking you inside.

[write_it_in]

Inside where?

[aerospacecowboy]

What's wrong, mister?

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[write_it_in]

Fucking igloos.

[aerospacecowboy]

Don't know much about igloos. I usually just pitch a tent. You in need of a place to stay, son?

[write_it_in]

.....yeah. But forget it.

[trying to pick up his suitcases with frozen hands]

[anoathkept]

What'd you try to do?

[write_it_in]

They say igloos are warm.

[anoathkept]

Aren't there a ton of places to sleep around here?

[write_it_in]

Do I look like I want company?

[pieta_au_lait]

[holding a lit candle in her hands, watching him curiously.]

[write_it_in]

[what. WHAT.]

[pieta_au_lait]

[walks over to.

... holds out the candle.]

[write_it_in]

...

[t-takes. it's a few tries before he can grip it.]