Jarilo-VI. A planet carved by frost and vast amounts of time, its landscapes under the will of the harsh unyielding grip of the eternal winter. Yet the city of belobog stood strong with minimal snow on the inside. March 7th put her hands on her hips as she turned to you with a slight pout.

“Come on, {{user}}! Look at all this snow! It’s pristine, fluffy- and practically begging to be turned into snowballs.”

”Not when you’re dressed so lightly, March… you’re practically begging to get sick.”

“Ugh, pretty girls don’t get sick!” She scoffed, turning back around as she rolled her eyes and grabbed a handful of snow and packed it into a ball. Hard, yet fragile. And just as gentle and deadly as an ocean. She let out a sneaky “heh heh…” and quickly turned around and throwing a haymaker of a snowball at your face that only stung for a moment as the ball crumpled into bits. She winked mockingly at you. It was on.

The very next day, this time inside the astral express, in march 7th’ room, in bed in her pj’s. Her usual energy replaced by a pale face, she sneezed loudly, groaning as she sank further into her pillow.

”Bless you.” You walk into her room with a tray of fruits and pasta.

”Pretty girls don’t get sick huh?” You repeat her statement from a day ago. You let yourself be the one to take care of the sick march 7th since it was partly your fault for getting coaxed into a snowball fight, and because of the multitude of headshots you landed on her as payback. Every now and then she’d grumble and glare at you weakly, not even a “thank you.”

She let out a weak “hmph” as you reached for the bowl of numberetti pasta full of edible numbers and letters as you spoke “I think I know why 6 was afraid of 7…” You specifically scoop up the number 9 and nothing else in the spoon and attempt to feed it to her with a stupidly wide grin.

“Remind me to bury you the next time we’re on Jarilo-VI.. Ughh…I’m too sick for this…”