[Topher's ventured outside. He's not exactly sure why, but at least the sky isn't all blue and stretching out forever and freaking him out. The white-ish grey overhead is a little more comforting. Like a concrete ceiling.
He's got a jacket on, but his mittens are inadequate. Which is why he currently has them firmly shoved up his armpits and he's kinda jiggling on the balls of his feet. Such a good look, I know.]
[ Vicki heard him went he first started walking towards her so she doesn't jump. She does, however, cast a brief glance in his direction, taking in the obvious signs of discomfort thanks to the cold. She turns back to her snowman, working carefully on the middle ball. ]
Not for you, maybe, but my nipples sure are standing at attention right now -- and that was way too much information, Topher. Sorry. I tend to get like this around, uh, people. Women, specifically. Who look like you. That's to say: smoking hot. Which would account for you not feeling the cold and everything, if we were in a bizarro universe where such things were actually possible. Which they're not. But it would be kinda cool.
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[Topher's ventured outside. He's not exactly sure why, but at least the sky isn't all blue and stretching out forever and freaking him out. The white-ish grey overhead is a little more comforting. Like a concrete ceiling.
He's got a jacket on, but his mittens are inadequate. Which is why he currently has them firmly shoved up his armpits and he's kinda jiggling on the balls of his feet. Such a good look, I know.]
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It's not that cold out here.
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[Have an embarrassed laugh.]
That's a nice, uh...sculpture.
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It's a snowman, actually. You should do more of the rambling, though, because I really like getting compliments.
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