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Never had he known anything but the tropics, of jungle and beaches. Not of the world outside. He had spent days enraged, refusing to so much as leave his room upon their 'vacation'. It was the white blanket of snow, and curiosity, that had at last brought him to grudgingly find a coat before he'd gone outside, early in the hours of the morning alone.
Before his peace and quiet was interrupted, he'd been busy.. "Hermana." He spread out his arms, to the attempt of making several palm trees out of snow, and the shapes of heads across the lawn. "Fucking look, it's McLovin." He snickered, near breaking into laughter upon gesturing to one of the snow shaped heads. He was restless, and even attempting recreate home, his enjoyment was quickly dying out.