Room 101, indeed. It's not like Kaz missed the coincidence there, and while he hadn't gone so far as to call this situation torturous before, now that the cold has set in he's getting to that breaking point.
There's a lot about this place that is frustrating, that much is for sure. Even navigating the city is difficult because so much of it is in disarray, destroyed and left dilapidated. Trying to find a clear path to any other part of the city can be a task in itself, and Kaz has been left to wonder what exactly happened here. They've been brought here to inhabit a ghost town, and there's no denying there's something eerie about it.
Still, he'd been managing, heading out each day to gather up more supplies. He'd even stopped by the river to try and fish there, as had been suggested by Cecily, and had actually snagged a few. Cooking on the stove has thus far proved the least problematic.
The cold, though... there's only so much that Kaz can do to counteract that. He's layered himself in clothing and stripped all three of the beds in his apartment, huddling under the blankets to stay as warm as possible. Hibernating seems to be the only option available to him at the moment. Heading out into that blizzard in his state would be tantamount to a death wish.
He's not expecting the knock. Maybe it's some concerned neighbor wanting to check that he isn't dead, but Kaz is roused from his half-asleep state by the rapping. As he sits up, he realizes it's a familiar knock.
With a grunt of annoyance, he grabs for his cane, keeping one blanket wrapped over his shoulders as he hobbles to the door. The cold only makes his various body aches that much worse, but he wrenches the door open and finds...
Snake. Of course.
Noting the supplies in his arms, it's obvious what his intention is here. Even so, Kaz pulls a face. "What, taking pity on me now?" It's hard to imagine that Snake actually feels bad about any of what they talked about last time, so this gesture seems forced.
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There's a lot about this place that is frustrating, that much is for sure. Even navigating the city is difficult because so much of it is in disarray, destroyed and left dilapidated. Trying to find a clear path to any other part of the city can be a task in itself, and Kaz has been left to wonder what exactly happened here. They've been brought here to inhabit a ghost town, and there's no denying there's something eerie about it.
Still, he'd been managing, heading out each day to gather up more supplies. He'd even stopped by the river to try and fish there, as had been suggested by Cecily, and had actually snagged a few. Cooking on the stove has thus far proved the least problematic.
The cold, though... there's only so much that Kaz can do to counteract that. He's layered himself in clothing and stripped all three of the beds in his apartment, huddling under the blankets to stay as warm as possible. Hibernating seems to be the only option available to him at the moment. Heading out into that blizzard in his state would be tantamount to a death wish.
He's not expecting the knock. Maybe it's some concerned neighbor wanting to check that he isn't dead, but Kaz is roused from his half-asleep state by the rapping. As he sits up, he realizes it's a familiar knock.
With a grunt of annoyance, he grabs for his cane, keeping one blanket wrapped over his shoulders as he hobbles to the door. The cold only makes his various body aches that much worse, but he wrenches the door open and finds...
Snake. Of course.
Noting the supplies in his arms, it's obvious what his intention is here. Even so, Kaz pulls a face. "What, taking pity on me now?" It's hard to imagine that Snake actually feels bad about any of what they talked about last time, so this gesture seems forced.