03-18-2020, 07:40 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Though it was early when the poltergeist came to wake him, it was not much sooner than he usually woke, and so Selby was easily stirred from his slumber. He’d been momentarily surprised to see Beck in his bedroom, but at the exclamation of snow it all became clear. Though a snowstorm was rare at this time of year, it was not completely unbelievable. He readily agreed to come out in the snow to play with his son, stooping down to give Moth a loving kiss to her forehead before he completely left the warmth of their bed.
As he dressed, he noted that Beck had little protection from the cold of the snow. While the poltergeist didn’t necessarily feel the chill, Selby knew very well by this point that he could be affected by it, and so insisted that he wear a jacket, scarf, and mittens. It was not difficult to prompt Beck into this, though his displeasure was noted.
Soon enough, they were outside. As he helped Beck scoop together snowmen, he noted that it had been a long time since he had truly played in the snow. He’d deemed himself too old for such childish pleasures in his teenage years, and became simply too busy in more recent ones to indulge. And now, he realized what a fool he had been for not doing this sooner. His breath puffed up in little clouds of steam, and he exhaled just a little harder to get a bigger cloud. At one point he slipped and fell, but the joy was too overwhelming for him to do anything else except giggle and brush himself off. Looking over at Beck, he could see that the ghost was just as happy, adding to his own elation.
Before too long, they had a whole little family of snowmen. He stood just behind Beck, bending over a bit to ruffle his hair. “They look good, buddy. Nice work,” he praised, watching as he went on to create another base. A gentle smile graced his lips again, and he began to busy himself by collecting things to dress the spherical men up; sticks for limbs and rocks for eyes and buttons. There would be no featureless snowmen in his yard, that was for sure.
As he dressed, he noted that Beck had little protection from the cold of the snow. While the poltergeist didn’t necessarily feel the chill, Selby knew very well by this point that he could be affected by it, and so insisted that he wear a jacket, scarf, and mittens. It was not difficult to prompt Beck into this, though his displeasure was noted.
Soon enough, they were outside. As he helped Beck scoop together snowmen, he noted that it had been a long time since he had truly played in the snow. He’d deemed himself too old for such childish pleasures in his teenage years, and became simply too busy in more recent ones to indulge. And now, he realized what a fool he had been for not doing this sooner. His breath puffed up in little clouds of steam, and he exhaled just a little harder to get a bigger cloud. At one point he slipped and fell, but the joy was too overwhelming for him to do anything else except giggle and brush himself off. Looking over at Beck, he could see that the ghost was just as happy, adding to his own elation.
Before too long, they had a whole little family of snowmen. He stood just behind Beck, bending over a bit to ruffle his hair. “They look good, buddy. Nice work,” he praised, watching as he went on to create another base. A gentle smile graced his lips again, and he began to busy himself by collecting things to dress the spherical men up; sticks for limbs and rocks for eyes and buttons. There would be no featureless snowmen in his yard, that was for sure.