It had been snowing for the past few weeks, green vanishing from the ground and replaced with an abyss of white. Quite a few if the neighborhood kids had been outside, throwing snowballs at each other, making snowmen, or creating a snow angel on the ground.

Larry stared out the window for a moment before he laid back in his beanbag. The radio set to a rock station and quietly playing behind him.

"... You wanna go outside?"

Larry asked, glancing over at you.

"We could make a snowman or something. Gives us something to do and gets us out of the apartment."