#weirdnesstheory

dropped for you!

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The cold out here is bone-deep; it seeps easily through layers of insulation both cloth and organic, despite the assistance of the 'guardian' they'd been given. But heat bleeds through as well, albeit with a bit more difficulty, and the warmth from the cup bringing life back into Vash's already usually-cold hands is much appreciated, as is the steam from it hovering across his nose and cheeks. It's impossible for the comfort for stay for long though, the cold stealing this too away, so it's deeply appreciated while it lasts.

At least the wind isn't howling here-- though it's probably impossible for the biting chill it brings with it to not invade anywhere it can slink icy tendrils into. Vash is used to desert nights, with their ability to be unforgivingly cold, but this is something else altogether.

"This is really kind a' you," Vash smiles over the rim. Still, ever eager to do so, a hint of guilt gnaws at the back of his mind; things are scarce, including one's own safety, and while he's grateful for the help he can't help but worry he's put this man out in some way.

" Hey!!!"

Eiden pokes his head out of the door. The guy's been standing there for a long while now. He can't just leave him out there to drizzle mixed hail.

" Oh you picked an owl huh?"

Welcome to beautiful Isola Radiale, Standford!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 213.

You will also receive your magnet gun, though only with enough strength to pick up fridge magnets.

Enjoy your stay!