[ Fuck the Soviets, seriously. HANDWAVES SOME SORT OF MoM PLOT.
Mick hates the cold in the best of times, and this is pretty far from the best of times.
He's huddled into a ball, the single blanket around his shoulders. He feels bad about being the only one with the blanket. But not enough to give him it.
His teeth chatter when he talks; he doesn't have the willpower that Cold does. ] N-not funny at all.
[ Gotta keep talking. ] When was the f-first time?
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HANDWAVES SOME SORT OF MoM PLOT.Mick hates the cold in the best of times, and this is pretty far from the best of times.
He's huddled into a ball, the single blanket around his shoulders. He feels bad about being the only one with the blanket. But not enough to give him it.
His teeth chatter when he talks; he doesn't have the willpower that Cold does. ] N-not funny at all.
[ Gotta keep talking. ] When was the f-first time?