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Your dad's letting me come over. I'm so tragic, I think he feels sorry for me.
Eleven gets the text while she's out in the back yard, clearing through the snow so the dog has somewhere to roam when she does her business. It's too fluffy still to use her powers to push it around, so she's got a shovel in her hands, lifting it and throwing it into awkward drifts. Her phone chimes, and she drops the shovel to dig it out of her pocket.
Right now? she sends back, mitten dangling from her teeth as she types. Can we make snow people?
There's still plenty of yard space to make a few snowmen, and they could watch a movie afterwards, with some hot chocolate, maybe.
Eleven gets the text while she's out in the back yard, clearing through the snow so the dog has somewhere to roam when she does her business. It's too fluffy still to use her powers to push it around, so she's got a shovel in her hands, lifting it and throwing it into awkward drifts. Her phone chimes, and she drops the shovel to dig it out of her pocket.
Right now? she sends back, mitten dangling from her teeth as she types. Can we make snow people?
There's still plenty of yard space to make a few snowmen, and they could watch a movie afterwards, with some hot chocolate, maybe.