snow smiiiiiiiiiiiiile! (hire. me. damn. you. people.)

[frostboy]

So this post was originally intended to be an annoying "FOR HIRE" ad for my services as an extremely adept (and extremely handsome, but you no touchy) accountant, because Emma THINKS I'm not mature enough at 20-something to handle some of the mansion's accounts, which is just WRONG, because I'm responsible enough to teach my own CLASS and I've got

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[nodyce]

Tell me how you really feel about seasons.

[frostboy]

JOHN JOHN JOHN! COME OUT WITH ME.

[nodyce]

...What the hell? Why?

[frostboy]

It's snowing, Johnny. SNOWING.

[nodyce]

It's fucking cold, is what it is.

[frostboy]

...And snowing! Come on. I'll track you down and drag you out if I have to.

[nodyce]

You're not dragging me into the snow. I can drag myself.

[frostboy]

I know you can. Are you going to, is the question.

[nodyce]

Fine, whatever. I'll drag myself out there.

But if it gets cold, I'm burning a tree for warmth.

[frostboy]

... How about I just bring a thermos of hot chocolate or something instead? The poor trees don't deserve your wrath.

[nodyce]

They're just trees.

But fine. Being me hot chocolate. It better not be the instant kind.

[frostboy]

They produce oxygen.

Would you seriously be able to tell the difference?

[nodyce]

They can always plant another in its place.

The instant kind tastes too mass-produced.

[frostboy]

You don't need to burn an entire tree to keep you warm, John.

Right... Okay, not-instant hot chocolate.

[nodyce]

Maybe you don't.

It doesn't take that long to make, Icicle.

[frostboy]

Well, okay, I don't. But seriously?

I wasn't complaining!