[The classroom temperature hasn't dropped near freezing yet, but it's steadily decreasing and it's going to get there soon enough. Duncan's already snatched up his coat from the back of his chair and put it on, but it was intended to get him through the weather outside this morning, which was significantly less frigid than the current weather. He has a heavier coat in the infirmary, not to mention blankets, but that...is in a different building entirely.]
[Despite what his actions may have implied to others, Duncan does not hate the cold. He fears it. The cold has teeth and he knows what mouth they lie in.]
[He is curled up in his chair, still staring at the whiteness out the window, when Sinbad pops in. His head snaps up, he answers a little too quickly.]
Yeah, no we're fine. Everyone's fine. We're just all going to die of hypothermia but otherwise yeah, great.
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[Despite what his actions may have implied to others, Duncan does not hate the cold. He fears it. The cold has teeth and he knows what mouth they lie in.]
[He is curled up in his chair, still staring at the whiteness out the window, when Sinbad pops in. His head snaps up, he answers a little too quickly.]
Yeah, no we're fine. Everyone's fine. We're just all going to die of hypothermia but otherwise yeah, great.