Suddenly SNOW! Cold, crisp little white flakes of snow gently drifting down atop Ash's person nearly the moment his hand touched an enticing (read: remotely pornographic) looking title in the media library. One could imagine his immediate groan/whine of displeasure as he held his hands skyward. Or. Meatward.
"Come on Stacy, really? Just when I was about to sit down and watch a movie?" Another movie that was probably as misleading as the last one.
"Why wouldn't you make it rain butter and popcorn instead?"
Ash might of ordinarily had fun with the winter weather in good company, but said good company was long since gone. For now he was going to stomp around and be a big grump, trying to find any place on the ship that wasn't quickly gathering inches of snow... which was quickly proving to be an impossibility.
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"Come on Stacy, really? Just when I was about to sit down and watch a movie?" Another movie that was probably as misleading as the last one.
"Why wouldn't you make it rain butter and popcorn instead?"
Ash might of ordinarily had fun with the winter weather in good company, but said good company was long since gone. For now he was going to stomp around and be a big grump, trying to find any place on the ship that wasn't quickly gathering inches of snow... which was quickly proving to be an impossibility.