shelter from the storm / snowed in event

[WALTER]

Cold. He'd always hated the cold, and now was certainly no exception- trapping him in here with nothing to do but watch idiot sing song movies and break his teeth on chars of what might have been cookies! It was beyond forgivable. There were arts and crafts, too, but Kira hardly gave it a second glance. Instead, he chose to despair over by the tea kettles, eyeing them with dreary caution. The tea blends that had been arranged didn't look terrible. He could tell that Clarence had tried, and that was something he appreciated, but there would always be a finer blend, a more beautiful teacup, or more pure water. Nothing was ever good enough for him. He was a snob through and through, as much as he tried to hide it and live his life more similarly to others' lives.

Kira maneuvered around the candy (sweets made your teeth rot) and reached for a packet of green tea with mint, nabbing it with his claws and dragging it closer to himself. He then fiddled with the handle of the kettle until he could accurately pour the hot water into his cup, did so, and dropped his tea bag in. Now he would simply have to wait for it to steep before he could break from the ranks of the party and drink it without interruption.

This would... likely be a long few minutes.

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