[Ain, at least, feels a lot better. It's annoying that the fever wanted to linger, like, he didn't fucking ask thanks, but at least it didn't kill him for real. He's feeling a lot more able as the days go on, and staying home all the time is kind of... nice, in a strange way, because they never get to do that. Oh the luxuries actual married people must have.
They're on their last day, so they'll have to leave either by tonight or by very early tomorrow morning. And because Ain's been sick, they haven't gotten the chance to play in the snow like he wanted to, and he's being overdramatic mentally right now but he's Not Leaving Until They Get To. Big cities never allow for snowy fun because they plow the streets so quickly. Little mountain towns? This is their life. So.
As they polish off breakfast, Ain's wings flutter in that way that says "I have an idea". The idea is going to be bad.]
I still want to throw snowballs at you, and build a snowman. We won't be out long! I promise!
[It's like a child asking for a popsicle at a faire.]
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They're on their last day, so they'll have to leave either by tonight or by very early tomorrow morning. And because Ain's been sick, they haven't gotten the chance to play in the snow like he wanted to, and he's being overdramatic mentally right now but he's Not Leaving Until They Get To. Big cities never allow for snowy fun because they plow the streets so quickly. Little mountain towns? This is their life. So.
As they polish off breakfast, Ain's wings flutter in that way that says "I have an idea". The idea is going to be bad.]
I still want to throw snowballs at you, and build a snowman. We won't be out long! I promise!
[It's like a child asking for a popsicle at a faire.]