❄️ { all of the memes. all of them }
She was probably used to this. The snow. The most he had ever been through was sitting on top of a mountain in a jacket and several pants. But a storm? With nothing but his civvies? It just wouldn't work for him. Gloyd stuck next to Ice though, basically glued to her, even knowing she probably wouldn't be able to heat him up.
"I'm going to die out here." He nonchalantly told her, eyes closed as she guided him through the forest. Sure Gloyd would respawn, but that didn't make the pain any less bearable.
He just grit his teeth, not wanting to say anything else until they got out of the storm. Gloyd would tell Vanellope to change the games coding when they got back. Maybe make a storm like this not possible again.
Candy cane branches weren't burnable, at least to his knowledge they weren't. The snow covered every single inch of the ground, every step became increasingly harder, quickly the temperature was dropping.
"You should know you're on my will. You get my house. Nice place. Lots of rooms. Basement filled to the brim with things I made."
Melodramatic. That wold be a good word to describe Gloyd. It wasn't his fault though. It just happened to be one of his many flaws.
"Just take on my legacy. Dawn the candy corn clad title. Or don't. I can't order you around."
