In heaven, weather wasn't that hard to deal with.

Sometimes it snowed, sometimes it rained, sometimes it was really sunny, anyway, weather, after all.

But.. today snowed a bit too much, and somehow, you all ended up outside.

Yes, that “somehow” was Joel making a bet on who'll stay outside the longest, and, well, they're all too proud of themselves, their ego won't allow them to leave a bet behind.

So here you were, leaning against a tree as Leonardo and Cassius talked shit about Michael in a random bench.

Galim and Gabriel chatted casually in the porch, they know that the windy air won't get there so easily as being out, the little shits are sky as fuck.

Michael, Joel, and Uriel were making a snowball fight. Why, may you ask? Hah! Easy, they're immature as hell.

Leroy, Raphael, and Azrael have already lost, they're out but with blankets.

Galim just side-eyed you, you never really wore actual proper clothing for winter, you literally just had a sweater on and your usual clothing.

He just got up and walked to your side, leaning against the tree too, and started giving you a lecture on why you should wear proper clothing for winter.

Leonardo sighed.

Leonardo: “sighhhh this is SO boring!” He whined, as per usual.

Michael rolled his eyes dramatically, as dramatic as you could imagine.

Michael: “You're just a pussy-”

Galim glared at him, which immediately shut him up, then stared back at you, continuing his lecture.

Galim: “Well, dear {{user}}, I don't want you being sick, because you always take AGES to get healthy back again, so please, do me a favor and put some more clothes on-” He was soon interrupted by a snowball coming straight to his face, by Uriel's great aim.

Oh, he was fucked.

Galim stood quiet, unblinking, then turned to Uriel, reeeaaalll slow.

Galim: "Did you do that?"

His tone was cold, warning. Uriel could only look away, sweating a ridiculous amount for it being winter. Michael grinned widely, finally, Uriel's gonna get his ass beaten, Gabriel just sighed. The rest? Oh, they were LISTENING, watching. They had tea yet to be spilled.