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baby it's cold outside

Who: YOU
What: SNOW
When: DECEMBER 4th
Where: EVERYWHERE
Warnings: SNOW

As a quiet Sunday morning dawned on the school's campus, one could perhaps...feel it in the air. A creeping chill, a silent, barely-detectable indication that yes. Today would be the day.

Today, it would snow.

[OOC: GO CRAZY. Make threads. Have snowball fights. You guys know how this works.]

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That would have sounded very appealing to Goose if he wasn't already having a... ball with this. (YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH)

"Guess that just means I'm a snow goose, ain't I?"

... funny how his last name really does mean 'singing snow goose'. Goose knew that fully well, but he wasn't about to speak up about it.

Wario didn't know that Goose had a last name or a first name or any full name really. He just knew that Goose was named after an annoying, honking bird. Which is why his nickname was bird-brain. (See Wario's puns are hilarious too. Except that wasn't a pun. It was... who knows.)

"I guess so! You sure have the brain of one! Wah ha ha ha!" Wario really needed to find another joke about Goose's name.

"I dunno, but I always hear that geese are pretty damn smart," he remarked. Smarter than larks, at any rate, but that wasn't even something Wario would get. He wouldn't, right? Then again, Nester definitely got around. ~~not in that way you fucks~~

Goose tried to brush down his hair a little with his fingers so it wouldn't jut out of the fort as much as it did. "What I wanna know is your name. Wario? What kinda name is that? Italian or something fancy?" He sure wasn't very fancy.

Yeah, geese sure were smart all right. Smart for something with a brain the size of a pea! Wario laughed at this, mocking Goose's statement and... his own thought processes.

Wario wasn't too sure about the origins of his own name. ~~Technically it meant "Evil Mario" in Japanese but that's a different story.~~ It was very Italian, though, since he was born and grew up in Italy ~~I think.~~

"Yeah, it's Italian for 'I am superior so you should give me all your money!' Wah ha ha ha!" Wario thought he was so funny, didn't he? Well he was clearly superior, and he deserved all the money.

Goose begged to differ. "I dunno. I just think it means..."

He then ran out of his fort and tried to get behind Wario. Why? SNOWBALL ASSAULT TO HIS BACK.

"'I'm inferior and I got snow in my pants.'"

Wario did see Goose escape his fort. What the hell was he planning? Wario had a feeling he knew, but it was too late. Snowballs pelted his back.

"WAH!" he cried, hurriedly throwing snowballs back in Goose's direction.

"Yeah, well at least I'm not named after a frickin bird who does nothing but crap everywhere and fly around in circles!"

"H-Hey, hey!" Goose threw his arms up to try to defend himself. "We fly in circles, but they're dangerous and fast circles. Okay? Besides..."

He ran back for his fort and made what looked like a bird with his hands, holding each other by each thumb as the fingers flapped.

"Look at this. It's what you couldn't do, even if you had wings, 'cause you're too fat."

"Hey shut the hell up, you stupid jerkwad!" Wario was a little pissed off now, so the speed and fury with which he pelted snowballs greatly increased. Oh yes, Goose was going to get what was coming to him.

Although, he figured the extra weight he carried made this weather more tolerable to him than it would to a twig like Goose, particularly if he was raised on that island with that beach that he showed him before. He was well-padded, but any part of his flesh that wasn't covered in something, like his face, was quite cold.

But the cold was easy to forget when one got caught up in the thrill of pelting snow at each other.

"Wait, woah, woah, okay, holy shit, what are you -- stop that!"

Goose was being drowned in snowballs. Totally drowned. Wario was right, too, about Goose's lack of padding and weak reaction to the cold. He was having a lot of difficulty handling it, and it was annoying the heck out of him.

He just sat there, unmoving and covered from head-to-toe in layers of snow.

Welp.

"... fuck you."

Revenge was sweet indeed. Oh yes. For all those snowballs and snide remarks. Wario's fury died down and turned into glee at having clearly won this fight.

"Wah ha ha ha! I'm-a-Wario, and I'm-a-gonna win!" Was that his catchphrase? Who knows. He did remember saying it all the time when he kicked Mario's ass at go-karting.

Maybe now was the time to celebrate his victory with a delicious mug of cocoa.

Now was the time for Goose to have some cocoa himself, but all with a different purpose: to warm up after being covered in icy goodness.

"Yeah, yeah. Not for long," he retorted, digging himself out of the snow pile and heading away, body shaking like a leaf.

He needs fire. Lots of fire and lots of warmth.

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baby it's cold outside

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YOUR PUNS ARE SO PUNNY

THEY ARE THE WORST ヽ(#`Д´)ﾉ

NO THEY'RE FABULOUS

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