12-16-2018, 10:23 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Jim would be a fucking liar if he said he didn't miss the cold of Iowa. Sure, he hated the place. The people, the farmland, everything. But ... he liked the snow. He'd liked making snowmen and snow angels. The snow .. was a safe haven. An excuse to leave the house, where Frank wouldn't bother him, just for a few hours.
... So he'd been excited hearing about the snow, he won't lie. An absent sort of excitement, a little more prominent than if, say, it was just a regular snowday. Cause this was scheduled and, y'know, just there till it melted. Jim grins as he takes it in, eyes set towards the sky as the snow lands on his pelt.
He feels at peace. More at peace than he did before, in any case.
"This is really cool, Morgan," Jim says appreciatively. His voice is warm but distracted, something nostalgic in his eyes as he looks about. The wolfdog stops to snag a s'more before he turns around. .. Maybe it was a little childish, but he'd like to make a snowman. A snowball fight would be fun, and something he hadn't done in the snow before, but he'd started that mud fight a while ago, so! No need for now. This being .. thought .. Jim makes his way to a corner of the square, adjusting his scarf as he goes. Then, the canine begins with a snowball, plopping it on the ground and beginning to roll it in the snow. .. It'll just be a small snowman, but Jim has a reputation to think of. Unless his reputation isn't enough .. like that ... to be made fun of for it. Jim isn't sure.
Well, in any case, his reputation isn't as set as the one back home. He can do anything he wants to now. Hah!
... So he'd been excited hearing about the snow, he won't lie. An absent sort of excitement, a little more prominent than if, say, it was just a regular snowday. Cause this was scheduled and, y'know, just there till it melted. Jim grins as he takes it in, eyes set towards the sky as the snow lands on his pelt.
He feels at peace. More at peace than he did before, in any case.
"This is really cool, Morgan," Jim says appreciatively. His voice is warm but distracted, something nostalgic in his eyes as he looks about. The wolfdog stops to snag a s'more before he turns around. .. Maybe it was a little childish, but he'd like to make a snowman. A snowball fight would be fun, and something he hadn't done in the snow before, but he'd started that mud fight a while ago, so! No need for now. This being .. thought .. Jim makes his way to a corner of the square, adjusting his scarf as he goes. Then, the canine begins with a snowball, plopping it on the ground and beginning to roll it in the snow. .. It'll just be a small snowman, but Jim has a reputation to think of. Unless his reputation isn't enough .. like that ... to be made fun of for it. Jim isn't sure.
Well, in any case, his reputation isn't as set as the one back home. He can do anything he wants to now. Hah!
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