Life is hard, that's why no one survives (half-closed)

[dodgeouttahell]

WHO: Zagreus et al.
WHERE: wherever, whenever
WHEN: Dec and perhaps January
WHAT: Catchall and closed starters for people. Pls find my plotting comment here or throw me a wildcard if any of the prompts work.
WARNINGS: TBU

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[shadowier]

( the truth of the matter is, he is cold--cold enough that he wants to take that chair, rub his hands together, press them between his legs and try to conserve energy. but seeing zagreus take a seat as instructed makes him feel like he might be able to get away with a little more fussing; his gaze narrows for a moment, before he shakes his head. )

In a second. The delivery's not finished yet.

( there is a small thread of humor in his voice, at least: and when he returns to the table, and that empty chair, there's two cups of hot tea, held carefully in either hand. one of them he passes off to his swaddled companion; the other he holds in his lap as he takes a seat. )

...Feels weird, this kind of cold. ( soft, as he looks down at his cup. ) Not like a real winter. You know what I mean?

[dodgeouttahell]

Oh, thank you. [He takes the tea, having learned very recently about the drink itself. It’s nice, soothing. Zagreus has come to appreciate the simplicity of it.

He scoots closer and flicks the blanket to cover Megumi’s back, too. There’s room for everyone, after all.

The smile he gives his delivery partner is a bit sheepish.] Is it? I’m afraid I’m not exactly very knowledgeable about winters. I’ve been to a snowy place but I feel like that wasn’t very natural to begin with.

[Demeter’s wrath, worry and grief are not to be trifled with, after all. She had covered all of Greece with heavy snow at the disappearance of her daughter.] How is it different for you?