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[emptyyourself]

Who: Severus Snape and Mozenrath
What: Mentoring!
When: Just after Mozenrath's last post, so...like two days ago. :\
Where: Up on deck / CES
Warnings: Maybe. Will update.

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[mightymorbid]

Mozenrath did not relish this meeting; he didn't like going out on the deck when it was cold like this, period. Coming from desert climates, he found the winter especially bitter and avoided venturing out save when it was time for his shift in the pub. Bar the frigid weather, he also did not come away from his conversation with his Warden terribly pleased. He wasn't willing to negotiate this issue with him, and wanted to know why he felt he had to talk to him about it out here.

"What do you want?" he asked on seeing him, arms folded tightly about him to keep some warmth in.

[emptyyourself]

Snape glanced at Mozenrath disinterestedly. There was something irksome about that air of haughty defiance most teenagers seemed to carry with them. Though Mozenrath was an adult, he didn't seem to have grown out of that phase, and likely never would. It was a test to deal with his arrogance on good days.

"The pleasure of your company," he replied dryly. "Unless, of course, you're terribly busy. Sulking can be so time-consuming; I wouldn't want to cause a conflict of interest by infringing on your need to curse the universe for your predicament."

[mightymorbid]

"Yeah, s-spoken by the eternal optimist himself," he returned, his usual snippishness not lost despite the fact that his teeth were beginning to chatter. Xerxes curled closer to his neck under his headdress and provided no warmth himself. The sorcerer didn't care to look vulnerable on account of the cold, and he wasn't about to take lectures about sulking from Snape of all people. "Get to the point."

[emptyyourself]

"My apologies. You're cold. It must have slipped my mind that this weather doesn't suit those from the Black Sands." Bullshit, all of it. He knew very well his inmate wouldn't like the snow.

He was tempted to laugh at Mozenrath's discomfort, but suspected it might have been counter-productive at the moment. He made a decision to compromise and motioned toward the CES; Mozenrath could choose whether he wanted to be physically uncomfortable or, Snape suspected, emotionally so.