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[tsunslut]

*If you look carefully amongst the snow you may be able to see a girl dancing in the snow. She's wearing all white: skirt, jacket, and the bow in her hair all match. She is holding her arms up in the air, spinning about in the snow, and singing an old english song which isn't recognizable to contemporary audiences. The whole scene has an air of

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[sanctusdei]

[Theo does know what to make of this snow business. It was novel at first but now he's sick of the cold. It's making him strangely homesick for the first time since he got to Mayfield. He's pretty bundled up, too.]

...Hnn. A fan of the cold weather, I take it?

[tsunslut]

*She stops in her tracks as soon as Theo talks to her. She seems just a tad bit embarrassed.*

... Something like that, yes.

[sanctusdei]

How the hell do you stand it? [He wraps his coat a little tighter.] It's so goddamn... uncomfortable. I can't feel my damn face.

[tsunslut]

Hm... well in the world made only for me it snows all the time. So I suppose I am used to it.

... To be frank I can't stand hot weather.

[sanctusdei]

I don't like it when it's too hot either. The city I'm from is mild, most of the time.

All this on top of the Christmas decorations... this town is nauseating.

[tsunslut]

I enjoy the snow but I can agree with you on the decorations. They're in terrible taste.

[sanctusdei]

I'm sure it'll be just like Thanksgiving too, getting locked inside with gifts that shoot acid or some stupid shit.

[tsunslut]

... I suppose blood coming out of a fully cooked turkey is a bit odd.

[sanctusdei]

Typical for Mayfield though. I didn't even touch mine, I just threw them out. They must think we're pretty goddamn stupid.

[tsunslut]

I haven't bothered to touch them long enough to bother throwing them outside.