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[studmuffin]

[ 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.

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[archivy]

There is little reason to be afraid of a snow-wolf in the first place.

[studmuffin]

Unless they bite you and suddenly you're singing like your voice has never broken and cloud skipping along to Walking In The Air.

[ Sorry. ] Hi.

[debrief]

It's very emotive.

[studmuffin]

Can you sense the constipated rage?

[ Hee, Coulson. Maybe he's still pretty much flailing inside. ]

[archivy]

It is unlikely that that would happen to me.

[studmuffin]

Do you have skin of steel? Because that would be neat.

[debrief]

It comes through loud and clear.

[ He is the most deadpan. ]

[studmuffin]

Good, because that's totally the theme I was going for here.

[ Grinning like an idiot. ]

[archivy]

I don't, no. That does not make me defenseless.

[debrief]

In that case, well done on your artistry.

[ A beat, and then in a somewhat long-suffering tone: ] Now do me a favour and put on a coat.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve is wearing his patriotic red white and blue scarf when he pulls Stiles out of a snowdrift]

You all right there, son?

[studmuffin]

A flamethrower then? [ Because that would melt the snowman, but he feels slightly guilty about it immediately.

Flames. ]

[studmuffin]

I'm wearing a coat.

[ It's a hoodie. ] Totally.

[studmuffin]

[ DID HE DIE IN THAT SNOW DRIFT? IT CANNOT BE. IT CANNOT BE. ]

Gerfuln. [ Wait, that wasn't english. ] I'm okay, thanks.

[archivy]

In a manner of speaking.

[debrief]

Try that again.

[ Why is he always the one taking care of people, he just brought Clint a coat. ]

[punchedhitler]

You look a little cold.
[Steve sounds so....Steve.]

[studmuffin]

You should totally tell me all about it.

[studmuffin]

All of my stuff is back home.

[ Hence the couch sleeping. ] It's not that bad.

[studmuffin]

You look a little like Captain America. [ Saucer eyes at him right now. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve looks a little sheepish]

I guess I do.

[archivy]

I am the Archive. [ Like that explains things. ]

[bettercallit]

[ Leaving his own creation to sneak over, Clint's admiring the work. ]

A snow-puppy. S'different.

[debrief]

[ Sigh. ] You can borrow something.

[studmuffin]

Oh. [ Pause. ] Cool.

I am the Stiles.