What a catch

Bradley furrowed his brows, before copying Carter and putting the bin on his hip.

“What’s with that look?” Carter asked, grabbing a snowball from the bin.

Bradley groaned, following after Carter. “Ready as I’ll ever be…” he mumbled. “How am I supposed to throw snowballs if I have to carry this too?” he asked curiously.

“Balance the bin on your hip.” Carter said, picking up the other bin and putting it on her hip.

Bradley sighed heavily. “This is still such a bad idea…” He picked up the container, eyeing the snowballs in it warily.

“No it’s not. It’s a great idea.” Carter told him, heading inside. “Ready?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yeah. I do. It’ll be more people to hit.”

"What are you doing?" Carter chuckled, looking into the room at the boy.

“Watching you sing. Why are you singing?”

“~Oh Dylan, you’re so fine. You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Dylan, hey Dylan~”

"What are you doing?" Carter chuckled, looking into the room at the boy.

“Even Thomas.” Carter laughed, positioning the bin on her hip.

Bradley shook his head, still smiling however, and knelt down to take the bin and hold it instead. “I’ll carry it. It’ll be easier for you to make snowballs.”

"Are you gonna help me throw them?" Carter asked, making more snowballs.

"That’s more than enough time to learn his way around here." He replied irritated.

“You’ve met him. He’s just a little kid. Doesn’t matter that we’ve been here for a while. Doesn’t make a difference to him. He still gets lost.”

Bradley let out a sigh of defeat, but couldn’t help but crack a small smile. “Even Thomas?”

“Even Thomas.” Carter laughed, positioning the bin on her hip.

"How long have you and he been here?"

“Four months. Why?”

Bradley let out a soft sigh, standing there as he watched Carter fill up the container. “Who are we targeting?”

“Everyone.” Carter smiled wickedly, picking up the bin.

“But now I have to make sure that you won’t do anything awful…” Bradley mumbled, holding the container as he watched Carter.

“I’ll be fine.” Carter said, filling the container with snowballs.

Bradley sighed heavily, before padding after Carter. “If you say so…”

“You don’t have to. But I’m going to.” Carter said, dropping into the snow and forming snowballs.

"Trespassing. And I’m allowed to use lethal force."

“He didn’t mean it. He gets lost easily around here. This place is huge.”

Watching the boy run off, he redirected his icy gaze to the woman. “My problem?” He grimaced, turning his palms upwards. “I don’t think I have any problems… But your brother? Oh boy, he has some serious issues for coming down here.”

"What the hell did he even do to you?" Carter snapped, glaring at the man.

Erebus watched the scene unfold. Now two people were in his room, and he had had enough. He cocked the gun, holding it close to Thomas’ head. “Take him and leave before I make a mess on my floor.”

Carter hauled Thomas to his feet and shoved him out of the room. "Go. Go on to our room. I'll be right there." She gave him a push until he took off running and turned to the other. "What the fuck is your problem?" She snapped, turning to Morgue, not even bothered by the gun.