022: AUDIO

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I wouldn't say I'm equipped to deal with freak weather conditions, but I've spent half my life living with the seasons running backwards, and back home the houses used to spray snow scenes in their windows in midsummer.

[Zip - zip - shuffle]

It's nice to feel seasonal for once. The blizzard's dying off. Anyone else up for checking out the slopes?



[ooc: backdatey as mun is a sickly little plant.]

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[The father, the boss, the dictator: not always. It's not a terrible assessment, though, there are still women in those stories somewhere. He lets her pass, then follows ably.]

Are you still mad at me?

[dignity_misery]

[She glances back at him.]

No. [Probably the truth, maybe.] But I can be.

[If you want.]

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You complain enough when you like me.

[That's a no, for now, but as he catches up he doesn't give her a choice about his hooking his arm through hers.]

[dignity_misery]

You make it easy.

[And he knows that.]

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Somebody has to.

[It's an amiable comment.]

How long since you last boarded? Skied?

[dignity_misery]

Since I was a teenager. I had someone who took me on holidays.

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[He doesn't need to delve to understand that concept. He's always had women he's taken on holidays, albeit rarely the same one.]

It's like riding a bike.

[dignity_misery]

[She doubts he takes sixteen year old girls at his age. Which is how old Jansen was when he invited her to be his bedwarmer.

She gives Chase a faint sneer in reply to that really obvious reference to riding anything, declining to take the bait. (Not mad, no, but she'd come out to be alone in the cold and clear her head of him, she's not too terribly sure on being indulgent.)]

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[No, but he'll run close to that in the future, more by drunken accident than by design.

He takes a few seconds to interpret the sneer, and manages to look both innocent and affronted.]

Hey, that was your joke, not mine. It's not what I'm expecting.

[dignity_misery]

It came out of your mouth.

[Thus: not her joke.]

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Your head supplied the punchline.

[Her interpretation. He can't help watching her from his sideways angle, crunching out a new path in the snow as they walk.]

You're not about to tell me you don't have a dirty mind.

[dignity_misery]

Don't pretend you're not just as bad.

[Nope. Nope. Not looking.]

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[It's okay, he'll just keep on his side.]

Nope, all in your head.

[dignity_misery]

Uh-huh.

[She is not the one who tells the gynecologist jokes.]

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I hope I haven't, somehow, given you the wrong impression.

[He's laying it on thick enough to need a trowel, small smile catching at the edge of his mouth.]

[dignity_misery]

I'm sure you haven't.

[Stop being gross, Chase.]

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[He'll look away, then, before that smile gets too honest.]

[dignity_misery]

[Such an ass.]