poly_chromatic | → video o2

[ So maybe he's a little under dressed for the snow, but c'mon who stops to actually find things like a jacket or a scarf or anything like that. Stiles is just fine in his inside out t-shirt, his hoodie, snow coating his sneakers like they're trying to go from dirty-red to white. So what if he could potentially get hypothermia? His entire wardrobe's back home. But he's paying the cold like zero attention, focusing well on the task at hand.

The snowman.

Or snow-wolf. The figure Stiles is working on is big, more square than the usual rounded snow-people, little snow ears attached to its head. It's scowling face is perfection, text message art that he's seriously pleased with. (>8|) It maybe looks a little constipated, but that's the default for half the ones he knows anyway so he's on the right track. He's holding up his device in one hand, a stick in the other as he draws a cross over the thing's chest, right where it's heart should be.

(Because apart from Scott the friendly werewolf, the rest of them have serious issues.)

Huffing, his breath billowing off screen like he's breathing fire. ]

You know what, I'm impressed with my own handiwork. [ Prodding the snowman again. He's so brave when there's nobody here to bite him. Zooming in to it's scowly mouth. ] Now don't be afraid. The were-snow is totally a big softy snow-puppy. It's chill is worse than its bite.