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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[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.]