[Cold utterly sucks. Hermes has been spending most of his time huddled up in his newly-gotten tank, napping the day away or redecorating his spacious quarters. Unfortunately there's only so much amusement to be gotten out of insulting people over the journal network, so he's had to fight his way through the snow in search of entertainment.
When he sees the quivering little human he's been rolling liquor bottles around the floor, trying to find a way of turning them into a miniature octopus conveyor belt.]
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When he sees the quivering little human he's been rolling liquor bottles around the floor, trying to find a way of turning them into a miniature octopus conveyor belt.]
Who, why?