1 part Complete Mic wakes to a dull streak of sunlight streaming into her eyes and dimly illuminating her room. She turns over, blinking the sleep out of her eyes, and sees Taco still dead to the world beside her. It was only recently that she began waking up before Taco and what a relief it is. She knows Taco needs the sleep. Mic creeps her way out of bed and heads to the window. Nothing wakes her up better than a breath of crisp technically still-morning air. As she peels back the curtains, though, she's distracted by the untouched layer of pure white snow gleaming back at her. Even if she can't actually go out in the snow, being an electronic, she's always appreciated it for how beautiful it is, especially when it's fresh.
Speaking of beautiful things, Mic turns back around to Taco, still blissfully unaware in their bed, debating whether or not to wake her up. On one hand, Taco really doesn't sleep as much as she should, even if she refuses to admit it. On the other hand, they'd never been together while it was snowy before. She'd always been stuck in the hotel until it all melted away, and unable to reach Taco. After everything that had happened, they could finally just enjoy the snow together.
...Or so Mic thought.
