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[turnedintoasnake]

'S too warm ta do anythin'.

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[colonelcannibal]

Heat rarely helps there, does it? I quite prefer the cold.

[turnedintoasnake]

Wouldn't mind a bit less heat. Too cold ain't fun, either, though.

[colonelcannibal]

You can put more clothing on. You can't always take more clothing off.

[turnedintoasnake]

Yeah, but that only works when ya got more clothes ta put on. 'therwise yer just gon' freeze.

Where ya from? Snowy mountains?

[colonelcannibal]

I've lived most of my life in the mountains, yes. The Sierra Nevadas, to be exact.

[turnedintoasnake]

Kinda lonely there, ain't it?

[Has he been there? Maybe once or twice to reap a soul or two. Snowy mountains aren't really his favourite place. Not that he prefers the endless cold desert planes of Hueco Mundo but at least there aren't any surprises.]

[colonelcannibal]

Oh yes. *A rueful look.* I may be a being of Winter, but loneliness is still chilling.

[turnedintoasnake]

To the bone. Tell me, winter creature, are ya lonely or out ta play? I ain't here to pluck yer soul but there's a soul waitin' ta be cleansed.

[colonelcannibal]

Either and both, but mostly I'm hungry. I usually am . . . *He is, after all, a wendigo.*