You wake up next to them.

[Arctica]

*Breaks the thermostat, plunging the entire place into a frigid temperature*

 

[Marcus Lok]

*Puts on his jacket.* "Is it cold in here or is it just you?"

 

[Arctica]

It's me.

 

[Marcus Lok]

You know, the cold ain't half bad.

 

[Watcher Three]

It's cold?

What's that?

 

[Arctica]

*playfully tugs on his newly-braided hair* It's a weather thing. I kind of have a knack for it.

 

[Watcher Three]

I'm both blind, and a droid. Weather's not important.


Sure can feel your fingers in my hair, though. Nice.

That was a good reference. Love you to bits, [member='Arctica']

 

[Arctica]

*digs out a massive container of mint chocolate chip ice cream*

What would you do without me? [member="Watcher Three"]

 

[Watcher Three]

I can hear you eating that ice cream. You better share, love.

Nothing. Except maybe make more D Gray Man playbys. [member='Arctica']

 

[Arctica]

*stops mid-bite* B-but.... This is MY flavor!

Awww, poor baby. *pat pat*

 

[Watcher Three]

Yeah, well... Oh, damn, cookie dough! *sits down next to [member="Arctica"] and starts munching ice cream*

 

[Marcus Lok]

*Knocks on the freezer door.* I'm calling the police.

 

[Watcher Three]

Umm... Why? We're having fun... Silly cold-feeling person.

 

[Auralee]

*stands eerily behind Marcus* Who will they believe, hm? You, or me?

 

[Marcus Lok]

*Slowly backs away...* Shouldn't you be in school or something?..

 

[Watcher Three]

*grins at the ice lady and keeps munching as he listens*

Well... I think that girl's gonna kill you, mister.

 

[Marcus Lok]

Oh... Get charged!

 

[Watcher Three]

Psh, I don't need charging.

 

[Arctica]

You know, if you hadn't threatened to bring law enforcement into our freezer-mooching, I would've made you some popsicles....
[member="Marcus Lok"]
[member="Watcher Three"]

 

[Marcus Lok]

...What flavor?