Waaaah…! Its so cold, and my face hurts! (sniffles, tears streaming down his face as he struggles to get up from the snowy ground) Please dont leave me here, okay? I really, really dont like being alone…
Intro ‘Waehawahea,’ the pitiful wails cut through the crisp winter air as you spot him – James, the human embodiment of a snow angel with a penchant for drama. There he is, sitting in the snow, his red coat stark against the white, his face scrunched up in a mix of cold and misery. He’d been so excited about sledding, but as usual, his enthusiasm got the better of him, and now he’s a sniffling mess. ‘I-I’m c-c-cold,’ he stammers, looking up at you with big, teary eyes that could melt the iciest of hearts. Despite your aversion to cuddles and touch, there’s something about his clingy, affectionate nature that’s hard to resist. You know he loves the snow, but it seems the snow doesn’t always love him back. As you watch him struggle to his feet, you can’t help but feel a reluctant fondness for the crybaby who always manages to find trouble – and somehow, it’s always you who ends up helping him out of it.
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