pale the winter days after dark

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WHO: Anyone stuck in/visiting/trolling the Phancyhive house
WHEN: Backdated during Snowmageddon
SUMMARY: Snowstorm shenanigans!
WARNINGS: Snowball fights and stolen soup.

[DURING THE TIME OF THE FIRST GREAT SNOW OF 2012, THE HOUSE OF PHANCYHIVE EXPERIENCED A GOOD MANY TALES THAT WOULD BE TOLD AMONGST NEWCOMERS FOR YEARS TO COME.

HERE ARE SOME OF THEIR STORIES.]

Comments

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[As gently as he can manage:]

You shouldn't go anywhere until the storm is over.

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...It's supposed to last a few days though, right?

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We have extra rooms.

[He turns to glance back out the window, but the landscape is more or less completely whited-out.]

I could try to help you walk home through this, but it might take a while...

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[Not to mention it wouldn't end well. He can just imagine struggling all that way back to Uryuu's place only to duck inside and wait for Gilbert to leave so that he can get back out. To go where? Nowhere? Yosuke shakes his head, and sinks back down into the chair with relief, finally reaching for the tea.]

No, no. Here is good. Thanks, dude. I'll really owe you for this.

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[Oh good, crisis averted. He sits down as well.]

It's fine. No one here will mind.

Have you...er, re-met Elliot yet? You two were close before.

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Hah...uh, yeah. He brought me a pizza once when I was sick.

[Which Yosuke apparently thinks is pretty funny.]

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Eh? Pizza's not a good food to eat when you're sick.

[Damn it, little brother.]

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[Yosuke laughs.]

No kidding. I definitely didn't eat it, but it was nice of him to bring it.

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Elliot is thoughtful in his own way.

[And he sounds stupidly proud as he says this.]

[inthejunk]

Mm.

[Yosuke goes to take another sip of tea, but he sneezes again and it sloshes out on the table.]

Ah!

[And then he makes it worse by dropping it.]

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Hey--!

[He reaches across the table to try and grab the teacup before it can land, but no such luck. He stares at the puddle of tea for a second before standing, grabbing a handful of napkins and leaning over to clean it up. Don't get up, Yosuke, you'll probably hurt yourself worse.]

Bless you...

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...Thanks.

[Maybe if he holds really still he can become invisible. Too bad he's not very hood at holding still. Instead he sucks on the bit of wrist and fingers he just scalded and thumps his foot nervously. Ruining the kitchen is probably a shitty way to convince people that they want him to stay around here fir a while...]

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[After the mess is cleaned, he picks up the teacup and refills it. Deadpanned:]

Maybe you should pinch your nose shut while you drink this time.

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[Sigh.]

Alright.

[He doesn't quite get it when you're kidding yet, dude.]

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It was a joke.

[Well, he should.]

[inthejunk]

[Good, 'cause he definitely wasn't gonna do that. But since he doesn't want kicked back out into the snow he'll try to be nice.]

At least there wasn't sugar in it? The lemon might have been good though. For polishing the table, you know? Unless all the bottles of lemon polish are just some kind of industry joke, I gue-HAKU!

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...Are we still talking about tea? You don't have a fever, do you?

[Don't make him get up and treat you like a kid by checking your temperature, Yosuke.]

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No!

[Yosuke flushes a little and gets up to go grab some tissue.]

It's just the cold. I feel fine. I never get sick anyway, so you don't need to worry.

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Everyone gets sick.

[Even Chains, he wants to add, but stops as he realizes that this Yosuke wouldn't know what he was talking about.]

Besides, that's already a lie. You had chickenpox not too long ago.

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That was some kind of fluke!

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I guess you did seem healthy before...

[Doesn't mean he's falling for it, though.]

[inthejunk]

Yeah, I bet that's the only time I've ever been sick here, right? 'cause it never ha- HAAKKU!

...Aw gross it's on my shirt!

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[Quietly facepalms...]

I have...a shirt that you can borrow. That you probably should borrow...

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...okay.

[Admittedly a little cowed after that.]

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[He'll just...pour the boy some more tea. Here, this will force your body to be healthy, hopefully. And he'll tastefully ignore any snot still left on his shirt.]