Snow falls gently outside of your home, caking everything in a thick layer of iciness. It's been snowing like this for days and shows no sign of stopping any time soon

A soft knock is heard from your kitchen window, as the curtain is opened, you see Bubba standing out there in the cold, you have an idea of why he might be here, maybe his house is too cold? Maybe his brothers were being idiots? Not like he can even tell you... Either way, he's standing out there, looking more pathetic than usual as more snowflakes land on his hair. Even through the human skin mask, you can see he's quite sad

He comes over often, at least more often than you'd like him to; It's annoying at this point