[Billy]

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So, Chris likes snow just as much as the next person. He'd fucking loved it when it first showed up, because they never get this much in Bristol, and whenever they do, it's not like this at all. It goes along with all the other weird shit he's heard happens on the island, though Chris couldn't help but think that this particular weird bit is

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Alexis was just about one of the few people Billy really spent time with lately, and even found himself trudging through the snow to visit. The snow wasn't so bad, when he reminded himself to enjoy it -- in New York, most snow was dirty sludge before he even made it to the sidewalk.

He'd tried taking the tiny train back, but it felt a little too silly to take all the way back to the compound. Maybe that had been a bad idea, because coming up to someone having a staring contest at a moose was just strange. And Billy was familiar was strange.

"This is happening, right?"

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Billy's frown at the joints turned into an incredulous look, and he lowered the hand holding out his half-a-sandwich. "Why do I have to do it? You're the one who's worried about the moose."

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"I'm the one who tried shooing it away!" Chris protests. He's done his part in all this. "Besides, it's your sandwich, mate."

He tries not to think about the fact that offering a moose a beef sandwich is just like a moose eating a fucking cow.

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With a glare, Billy slowly moves toward the moose, one hand holding out the sandwich. "This is a horrible idea," he mutters. "I'm going to end up one-handed by the end of the day."

When he's close enough to feel the moose breathing on his hand, he comes to a stop, still holding the sandwich out. The moose seems to sniff it, but Billy can't exactly be sure. All he knows is he's happy the moose seems to ignore him and the sandwich completely.

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Chris watches the moose merely sniff the sandwich, and contemplates this fact for an extended moment.

"Maybe it's just not that bright," he speculates.

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"I could have told you that," Billy says, rolling his eyes. He puts the sandwich back in his bag as he backs away from the moose, keeping an eye on it for any sudden movements. "I guess it just wants to stand there."

[noonelaughed]

"Well that's just fuckin' mental," Chris decides, though it shouldn't surprise him at all. But now, considering it hadn't bitten anyone's hand off, he's somehow less threatened by it, at least.

But a stupid moose is much more interesting than anything else that's gone on in the past week, so Chris can't really be picky about whether or not it moves or eats beef.

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"It's a moose," Billy says, as though that makes any sense. "Maybe he's just fine standing there doing nothing."

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"Apparently, yeah," Chris says, and only then does he realize that he's yet to introduce himself to the other bloke, despite the fact that they've been standing there nearly convinced that they were about to become a moose's supper.

"Chris." he extends his hand for the other to shake.

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"Billy," he replies, shaking the offered hand. Talking about what a moose may or may not want made for a weird bonding session with someone. Though in Chris's defense, he was probably high or something. Billy was just...being himself.

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"Cheers," Chris says with a nod, and he goes back to watching the moose for a second. He's not particularly high at the moment-- he hasn't smoked anything since that morning-- but the moose would probably be just as fascinating either way.

"It's fuckin' awful, you know?" He starts, "It'll probably just disappear when the snow does."

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Billy frowns, not having thought that far ahead. "Yeah...maybe it just goes home, like we supposedly do."

If that was the case, there were some Whos having a crappy Christmas, and it wasn't even the Grinch's fault.

[noonelaughed]

"So what? All the mooses and squirrels and shit just turn up like the rest of us?" Chris asks, the idea of it worse than people turning up, he thinks. Poor fucking squirrels having to leave their families. At least when he'd turned up, he'd known what had happened.

"That's like... inhumane, innit?"

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"Only as inhumane as having us stuck here," Billy says with a shrug. Being a kid who grew up in New York, he hadn't really given much thought to animals in the past.