Never Coming Home Never Coming Home...

...So therefore, I will conjure...a........pizza!!! *nibbles*

"...Well...I robbed this morning....and then.....and then..." Her face was starting to turn blue...

"...Oh. Right." Amy says, and offers her a hand up.

".........Owowowow..." Gina mumbled, holding her almost-purple face in pain. Maybe laying down in the snow wasn't the best idea.

"You sure you're okay?" Amy asks, taking off her scarf and gloves and offering them.

"Not really sure." Gina admitted, trying to quickly warm herself, wrapping the scarf around her face. Stiffly putting on the gloves, she nodded her thanks. Her voice was now muffled as she spoke: ".....Probably not the best idea to sleep in the snow."

Amy falls back into the snow, clearing a hole for herself and shrugs. "Doesn't bother me."

Well, Gina now looked the part of being a bank robber. Only her eyes were able to be seen.

"...Duh." she mumbled, sighing. "...I strongly dislike the cold."

"Why? The cold's great and it's snowing. SNOWING!"

"Because apparently, I can get frostbite easily..." Gina complained, shivering violently.

"That's not frostbite. Your fingers fall off when you have frostbite." Amy says, yawning and settling down in the snow. It soft and comfy and sleepy time!

Gina literally facepalmed. "You can't get frostbite only on your fingers..."

"But your fingers do fall of first right?" Amy asks. Why she learn about something she really cannot get?

"Not if your fingers aren't the ones horrifically cold. And they weren't. It was my face." Gina poked her face, swearing fantastically.

"I might.." Gina muttered, shivering some more and curling into a ball (on the snow).

"I'm s-s-so c-cold..." Gina mumbled, her teeth chattering.

Gina, already wearing like 5 layers, rejects the jacket, even though it'd probably save her from the cold. "...I-I think yo-ou need it.....more..."