His temper flaring, Frigid glared at his sister. “If you’re that hellbent getting a picture of my wood, come over here and get me hard,” he muttered darkly. It was only after he noticed her setting the camera down did he realize he’d made a miscalculation.
Cold: "..You shouldn't have said that. Because that's exactly what I'm gonna do now."
“T...the train is going to leave in about an hour,” Cold croaked, awkwardly glancing over at him, “but there’s another one coming through later this evening.”
Remember you still have your stuff in the current train. If you wait for the next one you should still pick it up in time.
The pair quickly lost track of time, too ensconced with catching up to notice the morning flying by. Seated at the kitchen table, reminiscing on their youth, they heard the front door open.
Cold: "..You shouldn't have said that. Because that's exactly what I'm gonna do now."
Remember you still have your stuff in the current train.
If you wait for the next one you should still pick it up in time.
Here it comes.