Fray sits cross legged on the couch, hunched over slightly. He's lit mostly by the fire in front of him. He's whining about being cold, telling Sid to hurry up and share his body warmth. "Fury's frozen arsehole, Sid... hurry up... th'fire hasn't had a chance t'warm th'room yet an' m'freezing my arse off like this." Sid replies offscreen "Halone has no foot in here, shitebird. You can behave or forgo the benefit."
Sid now stands in front of Fray (the back of Fray's head can be seen) in a form fitting long sleeved shirt and his pajama pants. He's smirking at Fray, watching his last braincell jump off Witchdrop.
Fray is looking up at Sid, eyes wide and mouth slightly gaping. "I..." "So this is how we shut your mouth." "By th'swivin' Fury... I've-- never been s'torn between tellin' your arse t'take somethin' off or t'keep it on..."
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