Winter in the ministry was no doubt beautiful. When the first sheets of snow would fall, covering the tall steeples of the ministry and dusting each rose bush in the garden, it was a sigh to behold. People rarely ventured outside, only to go on brisk walks to admire the scenery or to go to the greenhouses. With the beautiful snow, came a biting cold that would make even a fire ghoul feel the need to bundle up.

There were snowstorms, though not incredibly frequent, and whenever the snow would stop falling, the ghouls would all wrap themselves in coats and hats and run outside to admire the snow.

Swiss always threw the first snowball, usually down the back of somebody's jacket, starting a fight that it was almost impossible to not get caught in. Mountain always found himself brushing snow off of small plants that he could feel were struggling, fighting against himself to wander into the greenhouse and spend the rest of the day tended to plants in the humid, glass structure. The others were content to play around in the snow, whether that be making snow angels or joining Swiss in dumping snow on each other.

Today, after a considerably long snow storm, the ghouls piled out as usual. Sodo chose to stand by the door to the ministry, lighting a cigarette with his finger and watching as the others played around. You stopped beside him, seemingly content on standing to the side instead of joining in.

Sodo let you lean your head against his, his tail silently wrapping around your leg.