During the night the temperature had taken a nose dive, what had already been cold enough by his standards only suddenly got worse and he found himself piling more and more blankets onto their bed in an effort to stave away the biting chill that was creeping in through the walls. Without a single window in the house the reason why was hidden until the very next morning came and a morning breakfast cigarette was needed.
Huddled in the thickest of blankets and wearing thick socks, pants and a sweater he opened the door braced for the sudden chill to collide with him like a plate glass door. His eyes bugged suddenly, mouth falling open --
A thick blanket covering everything, mostly untouched by feet and a strange, yet calming silence filled the atmosphere of Megaton. It was nothing he'd ever seen before. He was honestly shocked and completely drawn in by the strange and new element.
Curiously he bent down, abandoning the call for nicotine, to touch the white on the ground. It was cold and dissolved quickly to the touch soon becoming water.
"Fuckin' shit..." he steps back into the house, wriggling his cold toes and just stares out at the ground and the dazzling colour that had suddenly brightened up an other wise, drab, brown landscape. Snow. It had fucking snowed.
[99867] Rory! Are you seeing this!!?