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[giftedthom]

*Thom walks into the bar, absently brushing snow off his collar with one hand.

He sits down at a table and puts his feet up on the opposite chair.*

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[last_adam]

Snow? Well isn't it convenient, then, that Adam's walking by with a mug of hot chocolate.

Too bad it's for Adam, and not for Thom.

He sits anyway.

"Hallo."

[giftedthom]

*Sharing is caring, Adam!

After a pause, Thom says, carefully* Hi, Adam.

[last_adam]

Maybe. If he's nice.

"Snowing out, is it?"

Ever the master of the obvious, is Adam.

[giftedthom]

*Thom rolls his eyes.* No, it's just like July.