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>Three knocks upon your front door catch your attention as you go to close the bathroom door.
>You freeze in place.
>Surely that isn’t her. She’s an early bird, yeah, but /this/ early?
>She’s only done that once or twice, and she had let you know prior both times.
>Still - she’s the only one who has any reason to be here at this hour.
>You swallow a lump in your throat as you head for the front door, clad in your messy hair and wrinkled sleepwear.
>You shiver slightly as you move through the chilly, stagnant air, morphing around you as its slumber is disturbed in a manner similar to yours.
>Before long, you’ve crossed the decidedly compact living room.
>You come to rest just before the front door, hand hovering above the knob.
>Breathe, Anon.
>One twist and you’ll find out if it’s her.
>She’s never seen you fresh out of bed.
>Agh, you must look a mess right now. Maybe it’s better to leave it shut?
>Schrodinger’s pony, and all that.
>Whoever’s on the other side will be neither here nor there if you just… wait until you’re done getting ready.
>A renewed set of knocks, however, forces your hand, which comes to rest on the doorknob.
>You give it a hearty twist, pulling the door open to the cold outside as you do so.
>A frigid wind billows inside, drying your eyes as the sunrise on this side of the house does its best to melt your irises.
>You give ‘em a good ol’ rub, blinking a few times to reacquire some sort of impaired vision.
>When your eyes decide to stop being complete pushovers, you understand why you went temporarily blind.
>Wherever you look, the town is blanketed by freshly fallen snow; rooftops, walkways, lawns, patios - nothing is spared.
>It’s all you can do to squint until your eyes are barely open.
>In front of you, among the sea of icy white, a form begins to take shape.
>It giggles at you before you can quite make out who it is.
>“Good morning, Anon!”
>…
>Well, shit.
>You pray to anyone who’s listening that you at least look somewhat alright.
>Maybe she’ll go for the whole disheveled thing?
“Hey, Cel!”
>Dear God, even your voice is hoarse as hell.
>Pun intended, of course.
>Before she can awkwardly dance around the obvious, you decide to nip the situation in the bud as best as you can.
“Sorry about, uh… looking like this. I didn’t know you were gonna be over so early.”
>“There’s no need to apologize, Anon,” she reassures, her voice a fair degree warmer than the weather.
>“If anything, I should be apologizing for not letting you know sooner. It’s a bit unbecoming of a princess to show up unannounced, isn’t it?”
>Her guilt comes easy, even over the littlest things. You’ll never understand why.
“Doesn’t count in this case.”
>Her polite grin turns into a mischievous smirk.
>“Oh? And why is that?”
“‘Cause I don’t see a crown on that pretty little head of yours, miss.”
>It’s true - she’s here in casual winter wear.

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