greatlightother | -69- Because someone has to have fun with this flood

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-69- Because someone has to have fun with this flood

This isn't really a bad thing, is it? Why does it have to be lying? You don't have to see it as a bad thing. Make up something fun and outrageous! Have a different life for a while.

I told a friend that I went on vacation on an island after he bought an elephant to swim in his pool. It's obviously not true, so you know not to believe me. But it's fun, too.

We might as well try to get into the holiday spirit in our own way, instead of it being forced on us. We have to take what we can get and make it better.

[Private to Donny]

Come play in the snow with me. You need a break from everything.

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[The snowball didn't exactly hit him directly, though it did smack into the snowman's head and cover Donny's face in snow dust as it broke apart. He coughed and wiped the snow out of his eyes, smirking and grabbing another soft handful of snow to toss her way.]

[Giggling, she dodged that one and tried to move out of the way, as if she was in some kind of action movie. Only without the rolling. Rolling was difficult in snow. But her aim was no longer the snowballs.

Instead, she moved to knock over the snowman itself.]

No! My fort! [Donny stomped out of the way - or tried to anyway, picking up handfuls of snow to toss her way and hopefully prevent her from knocking over Frosty the Fort.]

A man's snow fort is his castle, yaknow!

[She giggled and covered her head, though she continued to knock it down.] I...have found your...weakness! [she told him through the onslaught. She ducked her head down more and just gave it a big shove as best she could.]

Nooooooooo! [He tried dumping more snow on her head but to no avail - the snowman (sort of) broke in half. He gave a fake cry and moved to grab her around the waist and bring her down into the snow with him.]

[Once the snowman fell, she was too busy laughing to fight back. So the arm around her waist went unnoticed until she was falling back and landing in the snow. After the shock wore off, she resumed her giggles, not even bothering to try and get up yet.]

[Donny considered it a victory. Normally he'd pick up a handful of snow and stuff it down the back of his foe's jacket, but he wasn't a kid anymore and this was Sveta. He rolled away from her instead and started making a snow angel.]

[When he moved away, she sat up, taking off her hat and dusting the snow from it. Sitting on her knees in the snow, she could feel it melting on her clothes and she shivered once.]

Donny...[She watched him for a moment and then continued, speaking mostly to herself.]

Sometimes the Barge really isn't that bad.

[Donny just hummed quietly to himself, waving his arms and legs as he casually went about his work making a snow angel. He paused long enough to glance over at her, brow furrowing slightly in concern.]

Yaknow, second chances aren't supposed to be easy. If you think about that, then this place isn't bad at all. It just does what it's supposed to. Serves its purpose. [He shrugged slightly.]

[She took her hands from her gloves and just pressed her fingers into the snow.]

I know it's not supposed to be easy. But sometimes it doesn't seem like it's right. I know that they're all supposed to get a second chance, but is this really the right way to go about it?

Couldn't tell ya. [He sat up and brushed off the snow from his shoulders.] This place can do a lotta damage, but is it good to let some inmates be rehabilitated back in their own worlds?

[He shrugged again.] Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes it breaks people....sometimes makes 'em stronger.

[She nodded again and sighed, watching her breath cloud up in front of her.]

I just keep hoping it's the second one, really. That's all we can do, right? [And that thought cheered her a bit. Being optimistic always made things better. She tugged her gloves back on over her fingers.]

Also...you are aware that us sitting in the snow probably isn't the best idea.

[He nodded, agreeing with her for the moment. He always preferred to be optimistic around her.]

Wait, you mean sitting our asses on the slowly-melting snow isn't a good idea? I am shocked. [Donny smirked and hauled himself on to his feet, holding both hands out to her to help her up.]

Of course it's a good idea. [Damn flood. But at least she kept the sarcasm in. When he reached down his hands to her, she put her feet underneath her and took his hands, pulling herself up.]

Because look...now we're both wet. And cold. And one of us is going to get pneumonia.

[He put up his hand with a solemn nod.] I'll volunteer to get pneumonia. It's for the greater good. I just need soup and I can get through it, no problem.

[She hit him playfully.] Put your hand down. You're not getting pneumonia. And you need more than soup for that. What kind of doctors have you been going to?

I dunno, bad army doctors? [He grinned and rubbed his hands together to try to get them to warm up again.] Definitely not sexy, Russian doctors.

[She rolled her eyes at that, but how could she be mad at him? Especially after that comment? So she looped an arm through his.]

Oh, let's just go inside, Donny. The snow has frozen your brain.

[Donny just chuckled like a dope and tucked his hands back into his pockets.] Alright, let's get some hot chocolate and share a blanket. [He nudged his face into hers with a smirk and started to lead the way back towards the door.]

[She followed him quietly, shaking her head to herself as she opened the door for them. She just hoped that whoever had built up that snowman...thing...wasn't particularly attached to it.]

Yeah? And then you'll keep me warm, right?

If you'll let me, I'd be happy to keep you warm. [Wink. Or not. Because Donny was trying to show a little class.]

I'll think about it. [But of course...she would. Because he was obviously classy.]

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