[Dys grimaces slightly, eyes flicking towards a window and the storm raging outside it. Fifteen minutes would normally be no big deal, but in this weather? In a sleeveless shirt??]
...I'll finish drying off, then. Maybe the snow will die down some in that time.
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...I'll finish drying off, then. Maybe the snow will die down some in that time.
[Probably wishful thinking, but he can dream.]