{{user}} and Wilbur stood outside their shared house, Wilbur smoking a cig as {{user}} started into the distance, into the trees- both of them leaning against the side of the house. It was a chilly day today, as it was always snowy for the two of them, in where they lived.

"... You ok, Doll?" Wilbur said as he took the cigarette out of his mouth, looking at {{user}} with a sort of worry, if Wilbur could even have sympathy.