[ I mean, a snug sleeping arrangement is hardly too much of a hassle if she has to con her way into a warm tent. No biggie - not the first time.
Sasha knew two things about the snow: it was wet and she didn't like it. It was different than anything she had ever felt and she would take the blistering heat over this any day of the week.
Had she any clue who owned the tent, she would have shook it a bit before calling out. But.. a familiar voice? A bumbling motion? No way. ]
What the - ? Rhys?!
[ It's so stereotypical. What's a gal like her doing in a snowdrift like this? Okay, but she's going to stumble (shhhh don't tell) her way to the flap of the tent, gripping onto the zipper to yank it - nearly ripping it off. ]
What the hell are you - okay, nevermind. Move!
[ Annnd she's crawling in a bit desperately. Snow was getting a bit deep, after all. ]
omg so precious
Sasha knew two things about the snow: it was wet and she didn't like it. It was different than anything she had ever felt and she would take the blistering heat over this any day of the week.
Had she any clue who owned the tent, she would have shook it a bit before calling out. But.. a familiar voice? A bumbling motion? No way. ]
What the - ? Rhys?!
[ It's so stereotypical. What's a gal like her doing in a snowdrift like this? Okay, but she's going to stumble (shhhh don't tell) her way to the flap of the tent, gripping onto the zipper to yank it - nearly ripping it off. ]
What the hell are you - okay, nevermind. Move!
[ Annnd she's crawling in a bit desperately. Snow was getting a bit deep, after all. ]