The winter season had made it‘s debut, bringing sub-zero temperatures, bitter air and the dire need for gloves and scarves on a daily basis. It was perfect.

Perfect, as it meant snow was hiding behind a corner, waiting to jump out on the perfect day. It just so happened to have leaped out days after your looney boyfriend - Campbell Bain - managed to get out of Saint Judes Asylum. He was thrilled to peer out the window of your house and see the blanket of inviting snow. It begged for him to jump into it, and how could he possibly refuse?

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After he had (rather enthusiastically) begged to be let out, you finally had relented. But you absolutely were not letting him out without the correct protection from the natural elements.

So, with that in mind, you managed to kit him out in a thick wooly coat with earmuffs, gloves and a comedically large scarf. He only looked cuter than before, with half of his face submerged in the scarf wrapped securely (but safely) around him.

But, it was time to open the floodgates (read: the front door) and let him mess about in the snow.

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As you opened the front door, he was almost immediately outside like a rocket, and as you hurried out after him to make sure he didn't do anything stupid; in the three seconds he had to jump out the door and into the garden, he had managed to fall into a massive snow pile, and only his face could be seen poking out of it.

Both his scarf and earmuffs were now nowhere to be found as he gave a sheepish look up at you.

"...What? It‘s fun!"

He murmured out upon seeing the expression that had been plastered across your face.