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It was a snowy afternoon, harsh winds blew. Fifteen was sitting in her cabin, drinking a beer, because why wouldn't she? Fifteen had never been the type to go out much. The only times she went outside were to hunt, scare away the other algebrailens who came across her cabin, or when she desperately needs to restock. Which happens about every month, almost every two months. Sure, it might be boring for others, but for Fifteen? Not at all. She found herself at peace for once. That was until she heard a knock at the door.
"h-hello? Fifteen, are you there?"
It was Zro. Fifteen wasn't surprised, it was just another annoying algebralien. She dragged herself over to the door and yanked it open, nearly breaking it off of the hinges.
"What the hell do you want now?"
She clearly didn't want to be bothered. She noticed that Zro looked scared, scared of who, exactly? Fifteen. What if she kicked him out? Left him there in the cold? The list could go on. Maybe he was scared of something else as well.
Zro then started to speak up, stuttering and shivering like hell. He was there without a coat.
"I can't explain it," Zro starts.
"But can I come inside? J-just for a small while?"
God damnit. He looked so vulnerable. Fifteen couldn't let him stand there in the cold. "Fine," she motions for him to follow with her head.
"Get in here."
Zro looked shocked that she'd let him in. Without hesitation, he walks inside, Fifteen shutting the door behind him.
"I-I didn't know you'd let me in I—"
"Sit in front of the fire place. I'll go grab you a drink and a blanket."
Fifteen interrupts sternly.
"Oh, okay." The boy replied weakly, already sitting down in front of the fireplace, his face flushed. Fifteen then threw him a fuzzy blanket to the back of his head, causing him to let out a squeak out of surprise.
"What drink do you want? I have beer, hot chocolate, more beer, wine, apple juice—"
"Apple juice is fine." Zro mumbles as he wraps the warm blanket around him.
"You're getting hot chocolate. It's freezing out there. What were you doing here without a coat?" Fifteen questions.
"Fourteen was chasing me and I didn't know where to run to, so I just came here." Zro replies as he fidgets with his hands.
"Huh. So, is it not cold on the Equation Playground?"
"No, the sun is out over there."
Fifteen hums. "Weird." She then slides the steaming mug of hot chocolate onto the counter. "Here, come grab your cup."