[Juno's been having a real rough time with the cold weather. On top of that mammalian instinct to just fucking pass out for a month or two while no food is available, he's never actually dealt with winter before--at least, not winter on pseudo-Earth.
He's been having awful shivers whenever sitting alone in his apartment--maybe the heat is broken? But when in doubt, whiskey cures all, including coldness. He's trudging back to his apartment from the Lucky 38, clutching several bottles of whiskey to his chest, when he spots a bundle of blankets just...piled up in a ditch.
...Hmmm. Upon inspection, the blankets seem to contain a monster. Smells like a rodent.]
Never seen a pile of talking blankets before. [The wereraccon says dryly.] If it snows, you know you're gonna freeze to death, right?
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He's been having awful shivers whenever sitting alone in his apartment--maybe the heat is broken? But when in doubt, whiskey cures all, including coldness. He's trudging back to his apartment from the Lucky 38, clutching several bottles of whiskey to his chest, when he spots a bundle of blankets just...piled up in a ditch.
...Hmmm. Upon inspection, the blankets seem to contain a monster. Smells like a rodent.]
Never seen a pile of talking blankets before. [The wereraccon says dryly.] If it snows, you know you're gonna freeze to death, right?