Lawn of the Dorms, LATE Sunday Night

[bitch_prince]

Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering

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[decoder_rings]

All right, so this sucked. This sucked a lot. It wasn't like Hannibal slept in much and he'd only managed to get some pants, shoes and a blanket before heading outside into the cold.

The tinsel didn't bother him that much. The cold? Yeah, that sucked and Hannibal would just be bouncing around, trying to keep the chilly air off his skin.

[endsthegame]

"I'm assuming it's going to be another hour before they let us in," Ender said, ruefully. He was rubbing at his own arms.

[decoder_rings]

"Oh great, I'm going to be a damn popsicle by that damn time," Hannibal lamented, glaring. "Stupid fire drills in the dead of winter. Stupid...forgetting my shirt!"

Well, at least he'd blamed himself a bit?

[endsthegame]

"Next time, keep a sweater under the bed," Ender advised, a little dryly. "That's my strategy."

[decoder_rings]

"I might have to start," he said, tugging the blanket tighter around him. "Of course, who expects a fire drill when there's snow on the ground and tinsel falling from the sky? Not me."