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Granger

"Do ya think we could, uh, head there now?" Granger wasn't about to admit that he wanted to be out of the cold just yet. After all, he'd been the one lounging in a sunny spot in the same weather just a bit ago. But as the snow chill settled in his bones, the content memory of a mid-Deepfrost nap was long gone. Perhaps if the snow didn't insist on working cold fingers against every exposed part of his body, which was most of it, he'd have put up more of a fit in staying with a stranger at such a lavish home. A deep shivering breath wracks his body as he sniffs. If he just kept his hands to himself, everything would work out this time. "Unless you've still gotta watch after 'at rose."