Oh, for shit's sake... [he grumbles to himself, slams the window closed, pulls on some warmer clothes and staggers out the house, weaving around the snowmen in his own lawn. archer ignores shinji for a moment, poking at the corpse with his cane, giving it a quick once over to see just how detailed it is.
sighing, he kicks the corpse so it's at least not looking at shinji with those dead, glassy eyes. archer holds a hand out, waving it in front of shinji's face.] Get up, idiot. These aren't even real.
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sighing, he kicks the corpse so it's at least not looking at shinji with those dead, glassy eyes. archer holds a hand out, waving it in front of shinji's face.] Get up, idiot. These aren't even real.
[............you know, probably.]