“why is it so fucking cold outside?” nemo mutters to himself, crossing his arms over his chest as he steps inside to mccrea’s milkshakes. it doesn’t make much sense - his journey to get a milkshake while also complaining about the cold. nemo doesn’t care about the way it looks - he’s cold and a milkshake sounds good. what were people gonna do? sue him? he slides into a chair at the bar, speaking softly to no one in particular, “the fact that it’s busy in here even when it’s cold outside says so much about this place. and i guess i’m talking about myself too, but... ya know?” he looks to the person next to him, hoping they’d been listening. @fantasiafallsstarters











