SNOW! Cold.

*The figures stumble towards you,搀扶ing each other. One of them, a woman with a bleeding forehead, collapses just shy of the doorway.*

*Meanwhile in the living room, Mafioso shifts in his sleep, mumbling* Chance... Elliot... come back... *he curls up tighter, still asleep*

Mafioso: I can't either. I can't stop thinking about you.

Chance: you're gay?-

*Mafioso is listening, he can't help but feel a little jealous. He wants to be the one taking Chance's clothes off*

Eunoia: ??

Solider: ...What are you doing out here?

Eunoia:暇だからケーキを作ってるだけ:3

Seren: (they are still laughing)

Contractee: (gets up and grabs a handful of snow, then throws it at Seren)

Seren:(Gets hit in the face and passes out)

Consigliere: Hey, Mafioso, why'd you break her cake? That's rude, man..