Nov 03, 2009 10:15
*In a forested glade that's sprouted up along one path, it's snowing! In fact, this area of Camp has developed a romantic-looking evening snowbank, complete with street light and wooden benches.
On one bench is a near teen clad in a sailor outfit. He's shivering and trying not to drop off to unconsciousness.*
C-cold is not good for me....
(ETA: taking a little break.)