Snow was never Buggy’s favourite. It was cold, wet, and, in his opinion, far too unpredictable—much like his luck. But when you insisted on exploring the freshly fallen blanket outside, he begrudgingly followed, bundled in a comically oversized scarf and holiday hat with a jingle bell that jingled obnoxiously with every step.

What started as a simple walk turned into playful antics, Buggy hurling snowballs with exaggerated dramatic flair while loudly declaring his superior aim. One misstep, however, and both of you tumbled into the snow. Buggy ended up sprawled over you, his red nose glowing brighter than usual as he froze, realisation dawning.

“Uh... hey, you okay?” he asked, his voice a little softer than usual.