[Olive's voice is bright, but her teeth are chattering so badly some of her words disappear.]
Wow, snow inside again, huh? It was [indecipherable] at Christmas but it's a little weird now! And it was so nice last week! I guess it's one of those [indecipherable] - if you don't like the weather, go inside for five minutes
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If worse comes to worse I might join you. I can't find anything warm.
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You just get here when you can. I've got four blankets!
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Okay. If I d-don't find something warm first...
((Note that Gin will not find anything warm. xD))
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[And Olive pulls her blankets tight around her, still shivering uncontrollably.]
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Uh, yo. It's Gin.
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Come in!
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[Gintoki just kind of stands awkwardly in the doorway, rubbing his shoulders because he's still cold, but he comes to sit down next to her, feeling incredibly awkward. Still, he was desperate.]
Uh, thanks, I guess. I called someone over to bring a few supplies so we don't starve.
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[Olive unwraps the blanket a little and holds it out to him.]
Come on, get in here! It's freezing out there!
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Uh, thanks. This is a lot better. At least my balls won't fall off.
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Happy to help. And I'd hate for that to happen - it'd be bad for everyone.
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Yeah, then I'd be some sort of half-man. Or half-woman.
[Gin shudders at the thought, his eyes darting to wear Olive snuggled her head on his shoulder. It's for the warmth, Gintoki. He assured himself. This reminded him of a certain time when he was sick, when that stalker snuggled up next to him... Nonono. This was nothing like that. This was for an actual, totally not creepy, reason.]
Uh, you like sweet things? I asked a kid to bring some warm strawberry milk up. I think someone else is bringing food, too.
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[Olive can already feel herself getting warmer, and her joints getting slightly less achy. She cuddles a little closer, either oblivious to or not caring about weirding out Gintoki.]
Sure, thank you. I'm starving.
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[Gintoki shifts around a little uncomfortably, but only with the shoulder that Olive is not using. He feels a lot warmer, and that's good.]
...I might have to go out and kill something if the loudmouthed gangbanger doesn't find anything.
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[She shifts, looking up at him.]
Kill something? What, are you going to take down a woolly mammoth or something?
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