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[alchemic_bean]

Gih. I stick my head out from under my covers long enough to look out the window and it's white out there. I dislike snow. And cold. And especially snow. It makes my joints hurt. Bah.

*makes coffee then wraps back up in blankets and reads*

[Open to anyone.]

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[apocalypsesoon]

John pounds on the door. "Hey! SHorty! Wanna help?" He's holding a hammer and some other tools.

[alchemic_bean]

Edward blinks at the door then scowls at it. He's torn between... mmm, warmth, and beating the crap out of John for calling him short. He settles on dragging his blanket off the bed with him and cracking open the door, glowering. "What the hell do you want?"

[apocalypsesoon]

"NEed help building beds for the townsfolk. Or at least faking it. SHeets on ropes, give 'em a bit of privacy. You game?" John's wearing a knit hat, work gloves tucked into his belt, and his standard winter gear including the leather chaps.

[alchemic_bean]

"I, uh... sure. I guess." Wasn't like he was doing anything else at the moment. "Let me grab my coat."