It's a little embarrassing, really. As soon as England gets, like, two centimetres of snow, everything closes. School, universities, work... everything. Calm down, England! It's not thatbad!! I was outside in the snow, building a pathetically small snowman with the tiny bit of powder which was left on the ground, when I got this idea. A drabble-bunny, if you may.
I hope to get at least a small smirk from someone.
Sei watched from the living room window.
A snowman, which had been so carefully constructed, was being mashed into a pile of brown-and-white sludge by two small, wellington-clad feet.
After four minutes of watching the majestic thing being ground down into the mud, Sei turned his head as the back door opened, then slammed shut again. The little boy responsible for this unreasonable and strangely violent act stomped in, shivering, his face slightly pink from the cold outside.
"Kitamura-Kun, when I said that the snowman was cuter than you, I was only joking."