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[onlyoneof]

Falalala~

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[onlyoneof]

Okay.

[tosses Lincoln's clothes over his shoulder and gets the chocolate]

[skepticalities]

. . . I'm really, really sorry.

[onlyoneof]

It's fine.

[and heading back to the hotel]

[skepticalities]

[ACTING LIKE A PLATYPUSCARF!!1 . . . and shivering a little bit.]

— mnn, it's been getting worse.

[onlyoneof]

It has, it's problematic.

[skepticalities]

It's still kind of dark out, too . . .

[onlyoneof]

The days are getting shorter.

[skepticalities]

I guess.

[huddling in closerrrrr.]

[onlyoneof]

[our room is nice and warm]

[skepticalities]

[oh my god, immediately skittering off his shoulder and to the bed, huddling under the blankets.]

[onlyoneof]

[drinks his hot chocolate]

... so, how did you turn?

[skepticalities]

. . . the pencil case.

[onlyoneof]

... seriously?

[skepticalities]

[pokes his head out of his blanket burrow.]

I was throwing it all out. I'd taken— I didn't even remember half of this stuff or picking it up to begin with, but I was emptying my pockets and I didn't . . . think opening it would be an issue . . .

[onlyoneof]

It could have been worse.

[skepticalities]

Yeah, I know. And it's not . . . bad, I guess.

[onlyoneof]

[reaches over to pet him]

[skepticalities]

[immediately leans in to that, letting out a happy little sigh.]

[onlyoneof]

[I am too nice to you]

[skepticalities]

[yes, you really are.

slowly inches out of his blanket burrow and over to Peter.]

— mhh, that's good.

[onlyoneof]

At this rate you won't want to go out again.

[skepticalities]

. . . well, when I did go out, this happened. At this rate, I won't want to go out all winter, which I guess suits you just fine.

[onlyoneof]

It really does.

[skepticalities]

[headbutts him!! but he's small so it's more a light tap than anything.]

— fine. Then what should we do while the weather's like this?

[onlyoneof]

Bring up a microwave and stock-up on 5 minute meals?