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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

[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?

[anoathkept]

No, but I bet you don't want frostbite either.

[write_it_in]

Might be too late on that one.

[anoathkept]

Then let's get you inside somewhere. I'd take you back to my cabin, but there's too many people there and you'd hate it.

How about some secluded corner of the mess hall?

-And are you a new arrival?

[write_it_in]

........fine. Whatever.

No. I've been here two and a half years.

[anoathkept]

-And you decided to build an igloo?

[anoathkept]

Don't you have any friends?

[write_it_in]

Probably not anymore.

[anoathkept]

... What happened?

[write_it_in]

What do you care?

[anoathkept]

It's not easy to lose friends. Why can't I care? Unless you're a bad person.

[write_it_in]

I'm a bad person.

[anoathkept]

How?