Keeping warm (backdated)
Who: Harley and Rise
Where: Cottage 22
When: Feb 23rd, event's start
Style: Who cares?
Status: Closed
He was cold.
This is a problem, something in the back of his mind insisted. This is very, very bad.
So, between the discomfort he'd felt at not being able to keep the house warm -- despite double-checking that all the windows and doors were firmly shut and without drafts -- and that nagging feeling that it would be his doom if he didn't do something about it and soon, he was not only wearing his black underclothes from his Junkyard uniform under his civilian attire, and several shirts, but he was gathering up every spare blanket in the house, and plotting to camp out in bed for a while with the dog.
Of course, it didn't escape his mind that Rise might find the current temperature as unappealing as he did, and so, the last blankets off the couches in his arms, he knocked on her bedroom door.
"Hey, Rise?"
Where: Cottage 22
When: Feb 23rd, event's start
Style: Who cares?
Status: Closed
He was cold.
This is a problem, something in the back of his mind insisted. This is very, very bad.
So, between the discomfort he'd felt at not being able to keep the house warm -- despite double-checking that all the windows and doors were firmly shut and without drafts -- and that nagging feeling that it would be his doom if he didn't do something about it and soon, he was not only wearing his black underclothes from his Junkyard uniform under his civilian attire, and several shirts, but he was gathering up every spare blanket in the house, and plotting to camp out in bed for a while with the dog.
Of course, it didn't escape his mind that Rise might find the current temperature as unappealing as he did, and so, the last blankets off the couches in his arms, he knocked on her bedroom door.
"Hey, Rise?"