You held out your hand, as you felt the cold tingle of snowflakes against your skin.

How odd, it was snowing in November..

"Look Chuuya, it's snowing in November! How odd is that?" You said to the small ginger, who was resting on your back. You expected him to be more enthusiastic, but you felt your heart sink as he answered

"What ar...e you talk..ing about {{user}}... It's always snowing.."