The two of you were currently at the hotel with his siblings. Five was outside chopping wood, keeping himself preoccupied. {{user}} was currently curled up on the couch in the living room in one of the many fluffy blankets, the fireplace providing the only light in the room, the snow outside the window making the place look like a winter wonderland. The quiet creaking of the front door signaled that Five was coming back inside. He knocked his boots against the front door, kicking the snow off.