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Rolling in the deep (snow)
Who: Rupert and Delaney
Where: Outside on the snowy grounds surrounding the compound.
When: Late morning
He had taken two ice cold showers, rubbed himself with and eaten ice and prayed to all deities he could think of. He had also almost emptied the aspirin bottle Lark had given him. And his breakfast had been ice-cream.
Nothing could cool Rupert off; in fact, he seemed to be actually burning once in a while, and about to burst into flames the rest of the time. It took him another trip downstairs to the kitchen for some more ice-cream for Rupert to look outside at the vast plains of snow. It had to be freezing out there. Positively arctic. He had changed out of two pajamas - once when he finally gave up on sleep and went for a shower instead and the second time when he went into the shower wearing the first pajamas - what was one more? If what he was wearing could be called pajamas, which his mother wouldn't; loose striped boxer-shorts and a t-shirt weren't things a 'proper boy' should wear to bed, in her opinion. But his mother could stuff it right now, this was much better than the winter ones he'd been wearing before. Or even the summer ones he'd brought in case the weather got better.
Opening the door in the kitchen that gave access outdoors, Rupert ran across the snow barefoot until he fell forward and decided to remain lying there on his stomach until his temperature went back to normal. Or until he died. He didn't much care which at this point.
Where: Outside on the snowy grounds surrounding the compound.
When: Late morning
He had taken two ice cold showers, rubbed himself with and eaten ice and prayed to all deities he could think of. He had also almost emptied the aspirin bottle Lark had given him. And his breakfast had been ice-cream.
Nothing could cool Rupert off; in fact, he seemed to be actually burning once in a while, and about to burst into flames the rest of the time. It took him another trip downstairs to the kitchen for some more ice-cream for Rupert to look outside at the vast plains of snow. It had to be freezing out there. Positively arctic. He had changed out of two pajamas - once when he finally gave up on sleep and went for a shower instead and the second time when he went into the shower wearing the first pajamas - what was one more? If what he was wearing could be called pajamas, which his mother wouldn't; loose striped boxer-shorts and a t-shirt weren't things a 'proper boy' should wear to bed, in her opinion. But his mother could stuff it right now, this was much better than the winter ones he'd been wearing before. Or even the summer ones he'd brought in case the weather got better.
Opening the door in the kitchen that gave access outdoors, Rupert ran across the snow barefoot until he fell forward and decided to remain lying there on his stomach until his temperature went back to normal. Or until he died. He didn't much care which at this point.