[Spitting out snow, Nathan raises himself up on his elbows. He can't feel his face, or his anything else. It's great. Rude? He doesn't know what she's talking about. He just can't abide rudeness of all things. He grimaces.]
No, it's no use, you're just going to have to carry me. I can't feel my legs.
[It was bound to happen someday. All that joking about his tingling anus and all. But just as he's about to throw a hand up to his forehead and pretend to swoon, it seems to hit him that she's seriously going to lock him out if he doesn't stop playing around.]
Alright, alright, you got me, I'm cured!
[He jumps up, nearly slipping again in the process of reaching her and the doorway.]
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No, it's no use, you're just going to have to carry me. I can't feel my legs.
[It was bound to happen someday. All that joking about his tingling anus and all. But just as he's about to throw a hand up to his forehead and pretend to swoon, it seems to hit him that she's seriously going to lock him out if he doesn't stop playing around.]
Alright, alright, you got me, I'm cured!
[He jumps up, nearly slipping again in the process of reaching her and the doorway.]