[he'll have to miss a little, but Robin leads him into the house and up the stairs, excited enough to make it a very quick trip. he hits the windowsill, sticks his head out the window, and watches the snow forms continue to shiver and shift, like they're just waking up, or trying to hatch.]
Theeere we go... [sinking back into the window (helping Coil actually get a better look), he holds his hands out in front of him like a puppeteer. there's blood in the spell and blood in his body--so they, by extension, are him.
he curls his fingers up into a fist, and they stop moving. he waits a couple of seconds, just as someone starts to pass by, and then slowly shifts the fingers of his one hand... his own snowman starts to lumber to the side, a little uneven and slow.
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Theeere we go... [sinking back into the window (helping Coil actually get a better look), he holds his hands out in front of him like a puppeteer. there's blood in the spell and blood in his body--so they, by extension, are him.
he curls his fingers up into a fist, and they stop moving. he waits a couple of seconds, just as someone starts to pass by, and then slowly shifts the fingers of his one hand... his own snowman starts to lumber to the side, a little uneven and slow.
he's got a plan.]