Later on, we'll conspire, as we dream by the fire.
Dammit, I'm freezing. I'd prefer to have less snow inside of my clothes next time.
[Tyki pulled his sweater around him, wishing that it'd heat up on it's own. The fire would help though, same with the hot chocolate they had made. Winter fun was fine and good, he supposed. But warming up was even better.]
[Tyki pulled his sweater around him, wishing that it'd heat up on it's own. The fire would help though, same with the hot chocolate they had made. Winter fun was fine and good, he supposed. But warming up was even better.]