Ethan Buick Turner-Lowe (fourthdimension) wrote in genome_project, @ 2012-06-30 11:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | june 2012, open |
Who: Ethan, the kids and Kaylee
When: Saturday
Where: Target or some similar store with a bunch of shit in it
What: Blizzards in June
Rating: Medium
"Papa, your hand is freezing!"
Ethan sniffled a bit as he pushed a cart with one hand and held Little Duck with the other. It was a hassle to go with all the kids to buy stuff, but it was something that needed to be done even though Neil wasn't around to help. He would have asked Madison to come babysit, but honestly, he wasn't feeling all too hot to be driving around by himself. Actually... he was feeling hot... or was that cold? And stuffy. And--
"AAAAACHOOOOO!"
A chorus of echoing 'Bless you, Papa!' rang out through the aisles, and Ethan just nodded at them all. They were in the laundry detergent aisle, and the Tide logo was swimming before Ethan's eyes. He hadn't noticed that Kitty was shaking him arm a little as he just stood there staring at laundry detergent as if it was the last Coke in the desert. "Papa! Papa! Are you all right?" It as only then that he noticed Murtagh looking upset, crying even as Han pulled him out of the shopping cart.
"Papa! Get a hold of yourself," he heard Han say. "You're freezing everything!"
Ethan looked down and found the shopping cart stiff and dripping with icicles in some parts. And when he looked all around, there were things freezing to his left and things freezing to his right. He blinked and touched his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Shit."