I AM SO SORRY
THIS
I
I DON'T EVEN HAVE AN EXCUSE
I'm so sorry I haven't written the Christmassy ones. I'm gonna change the first one where it says I'll write a Christmassy oneshot each day... More like I'll write five then forget how to write.
Also, I didn't know how to end this, sooooo...
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"DO YOU WANNA BUILD A SNOWMAN?" Etho sang, ridiculously offkey.
"Dear God Etho," Nebris said. "I knew you couldn't sing, but I didn't know it was that bad,"
Etho pouted, then started laughing. "Yeah, I really can't sing,"
"I noticed,"
"But can we?" Etho asked. "Please? Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease..."
"You're like a fucking puppy, you know. Adorable but hella annoying and persistent for something you want-"
"NEBRIS SAID A NAUGHTY WORD,"
"Oh God," Nebris sighed.
"I'm 24, I promise," Etho giggled.
"Are you drunk?"
"No, I just want to make a snowman."
"Fine," Nebris sighed. "We'll make a snowman,"
"Yay!" Etho squealed.
"What's up with you today? Are you sure you're not drunk?"
"I'm sure," Etho said. "I don't even know what's up. This happens every year at Christmas, I just revert back to about 9 years old,"
"I'm not even gonna ask," Nebris said, laughing.
Nebris threw on a jacket and opened the door. Etho darted out before him. Nebris decided to take an Etho approach to this, and not care about anything.
Nebris was greeted with a snowball to the face as he stepped out the door.
"Ah, of course," he said. He bent down, quickly scooped up some snow and pelted Etho with a snowball.
"That could have been the start of our snowman," Etho laughed.
He made a slightly larger snowball, and started rolling it around on the ground, gradually making it larger, deciding to spare Etho from the great snowball war. Nebris started on another one. They probably looked like idiots, running round bent over with little balls of snow, but they didn't care.
They were eventually big enough to make the head and the body, so the two tried to lift it onto the larger ball of snow.
"Why is snow so heavy?" Nebris asked.
"Because you have no muscle if you think that's heavy,"
"I'm taking practically all of the weight!"
"Would you like me to let go?"
"Nopenopenopenopenopenope"
"Thought not," Etho laughed.
They managed to get the head of the snowman perched on the body. They stepped back to see if it was okay.
"It'll be fine," Nebris said before Etho had a chance to say they had to move it three millimetres to the left.
"Doc stole all our carrots, so we'll have to improvise,"
"Oh God," Nebris sighed, looking at the taller man. "That's never good,"
"It really isn't," Etho laughed. "Hey, go look for something for the face and arms,"
"Okay mum," Nebris smirked, walking away from the masked man, towards where he saw three average sized branches lying on the ground. He picked the two that were roughly the same size, and threw them over to where the 'snowman' stood. Etho was standing in front of it, so Nebris couldn't see what he was doing. Nebris laughed to himself; the snowman looked like shit.
He scavenged around for a few stones to use for the face, and eventually found enough. He walked back over to where Etho was grinning.
"I don't know what the heck I've done, but it's... I'll leave you to judge it,"
Etho started laughing as Nebris saw the terribly shaped blob of snow on the head of the snowman, coloured with orange dye.
"Oh dear God it's beautiful,"
They had to take a couple of minutes to stop laughing at how truly awful their snowman looked. Nebris had attempted to construct the face, and shove the arms into place, without success in making it look acceptable.
"Oh my God, it looks like a fucking duck," Nebris laughed, setting them off again. They couldn't look at it without giggling again, and had to turn away to stop.
Etho took his phone out and took a picture of the monstrosity, sending it to the other guys.
Replies flooded in immediately.
"It's amazing,"
"I didn't know it was possible to make something look this bad,"
"That's it, my building company is gonna go bankrupt, everyone's gonna want you to build their houses if it's the same quality as this,"
Nebris was reading the replies over Etho's shoulder, occasionally giggling at one or two.
"We need to name him," Etho told him.
"I vote we call it Etho,"
"Of course," Etho sighed. "How about WhateverTheHeckThisIsBecauseItsObviousNeitherOfUsHaveEverMadeASnowmanBefore?"
"WhateverTheHeckThisIsBecauseItsObviousNeitherOfUsHaveEverMadeASnowmanBefore Johnson."
"Perfect,"
