Three [ Sam was so cold, and at this point beginning to feel a little desperate. The cold and wetness of it all had long since soaked past his clothes. The quiet that had settled in between the two of them and the dying light only made him nervous. ]
You know, I'm starting to wish that snow came in other colors. Wouldn't that be a sight? Green snow, ha. As long as it's not yellow snow. Maybe then we might have some kinda clue which way we're goin'.
[ With a bit of stumbling in the snow, Sam turns and starts to walk backwards, facing his companion. He raises his palms up.]
Not! Not saying that you don't know where you're goin' of course! Just that it'd be, you know, a little more useful is all. We could be all like "Meet you at Pink Snow Mountain" or "Let's make an orange snow man!"
[ A remnant of a light post is coming up behind him. A few more steps and the idiot is sure to bump into it. ]
Aw, no. On second thought it'd get all muddied up, yeah? All the colors, they'd just mix together to brown. Or was it black? Heh. Look at me, a uni guy and I don't even remember my colors. My nursery teacher would be so disappointed.
Four [ They had been settled in for an hour and Sam knows he should be trying to get some sleep, but something just feels off. At every strange sound, he jumps. Each creak has him rolling over on his old noisy loveseat. Finally, Sam decides to just give up on sleep altogether. The noises were bad, but the silence between them and the mystery of where they were coming from was starting to get to him. Against his better judgement, Sam gets up from his spot on and goes to wake his companion. Gently, he shakes their shoulder. ]
Hey, uh. Sorry to bother you. Beauty rest and all, but I'm pretty sure that there's someone else in the house. We need to go check it out.
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[ Sam was so cold, and at this point beginning to feel a little desperate. The cold and wetness of it all had long since soaked past his clothes. The quiet that had settled in between the two of them and the dying light only made him nervous. ]
You know, I'm starting to wish that snow came in other colors. Wouldn't that be a sight? Green snow, ha. As long as it's not yellow snow. Maybe then we might have some kinda clue which way we're goin'.
[ With a bit of stumbling in the snow, Sam turns and starts to walk backwards, facing his companion. He raises his palms up.]
Not! Not saying that you don't know where you're goin' of course! Just that it'd be, you know, a little more useful is all. We could be all like "Meet you at Pink Snow Mountain" or "Let's make an orange snow man!"
[ A remnant of a light post is coming up behind him. A few more steps and the idiot is sure to bump into it. ]
Aw, no. On second thought it'd get all muddied up, yeah? All the colors, they'd just mix together to brown. Or was it black? Heh. Look at me, a uni guy and I don't even remember my colors. My nursery teacher would be so disappointed.
Four
[ They had been settled in for an hour and Sam knows he should be trying to get some sleep, but something just feels off. At every strange sound, he jumps. Each creak has him rolling over on his old noisy loveseat. Finally, Sam decides to just give up on sleep altogether. The noises were bad, but the silence between them and the mystery of where they were coming from was starting to get to him. Against his better judgement, Sam gets up from his spot on and goes to wake his companion. Gently, he shakes their shoulder. ]
Hey, uh. Sorry to bother you. Beauty rest and all, but I'm pretty sure that there's someone else in the house. We need to go check it out.