* / starter for @pctrichvr . . . the winter landscape that was sheffield, although breathtaking, brought with it an excruciating cold ; biting at her ears and at her nose, causing for a petite brunette to gain the appearance of everybody’s favorite reindeer. it is beautiful, she can’t deny that, but the climate is enough to keep her inside. and her new look even more so. with the warmth of many blankets and with hot coco close by. right now, she’s not given the luxury of an open fireplace, or even the shelter that it accompanies, though. and so, she walks faster : to keep the body temperature at above freezing, and to keep the nibs of her ears from falling off. a messenger bag bumps against her hip, and she has to constantly heave it back onto her shoulder as it inevitably slides back down. she should’ve left it at work. though, the thought hit her too late. numb knuckles against a wooden door, and she awaits : reluctantly, tiny hops to keep her warmth and hands immediately shoved into the comfort of her pockets. what was she thinking, the older was most likely not even home, or she wouldn’t be in the mood to head out in the cold weather. much like kevin herself. really, she should just go – “ hi, marion . . . hey ! ” you already said that, oswalt. “ sorry if i’m -- bothering you, but i, uh . . . i got a free period and i was in the neighborhood, ” lie. “ and – i was . . . wondering if you wanted to go get some coffee at joe’s. if you’ve got the time, it’s okay if you don’t – i have to be back soon, anyway. ” no, you don’t.