Guns and Roses: The Drabble Challenge
Four: Snowflake
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"I've had worse, trust me. I don't think it's the ashes of a hundred spaceships this time."
"It's cold. I don't like the cold."
"Just for a second, please? Look, this is our last night in Moscow. I want to see the city."
"Ugh. Okay, okay! Stop tugging me. Goodness, you are like a child when you get impatient."
"…See? It's not that cold. Oh! Look at that! Snow is so beautiful, with the lights…"
"Hmm."
"What's got you all twisted? Oh! Oh, erm…Loki…"
"What?"
"Erm. Your face…"
"I told you. I don't like the cold."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Care to explain?"
"Let's just say this universe has cut me off from a certain…cosmetic magic."
"And the cold triggers it?"
"Something like that."
"Well, I like blue. Blue is a good color."
"Looks better on you…"
"What?"
"Nothing, Rose. Can we just hurry to the nearest pub or something and get out of this blasted snow?"
"Then here, take my hat. You'll be warmer."
"I'm not going to take—oh fine. Just stop looking at me like that. There. Is…is it going away now?"
"Yeah, your cheeks are a little purple though. Ha. Thought I was goin' to have to roll you to the Juicing Room for a second there."
"What the hell is—no, never mind. I don't want to know. Glorious. Oh, and Rose?"
"Yes?"
-POOF-
-SCREECH-
"You know, I think I might get used to these Midgardian winters."
"LOKI YOU BASTARD. THAT'S BLOODY COLD."
"Eheheheheh."
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