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[indent][b][color=ed145b]"I [i]knew[/i] I should've put some tennis shoes in my car."[/color][/b]

Steven grumbled to himself as he held his jacket closed, another little shiver running up and down his spine as he trudged through the snow. He was forced to leave his car behind simply because he couldn't keep weaving his car through the trees. He wasn't like, the worst driver, but he also recognized he could only push his luck so far. He didn't want to get the Dondai [i]stuck[/i] between a rock and a hard place, y'know? His dad would be so upset. Not really at [i]him,[/i] but.. His dad loved that Dondai a lot, so.. Yeah. Leaving it in one piece was better than trying to bob and weave through ever-thickening trees. Despite all his hesitation, he ditched the car in the hopes he wouldn't need to walk that much further.

He found himself tempted to nix his shoes entirely, but.. Gah, his feet would be [i]completely[/i] unprotected, and that was no good. He could practically hear Connie telling him that "suboptimal protection was better than no protection!" With that said, he didn't like having to shake the stray snow from between the underside of his feet and the topside of his flip flops every so often. It was so cold. So [i]very[/i] freaking cold...

As he continued to walk, he found himself wondering... Why? Why was this happening to him? Why now? Who brought him here? Did they need his help, somehow? And then a very particular kind of thought came to him, making him flush with anger- Was this [i]yet another[/i] punishment for something his [i]mother[/i] did? Maybe this was some Gem that had.. dream powers, or something, that Pink Diamond once again abandoned, or Rose Quartz somehow wronged, or- He groaned inwardly, unclenching fists he didn't even realize were clenched tight before stopping and ruffling his own hair in some vain attempt to release the anxious tension.

[color=ed145b][b]"[i]Stop it[/i],"[/b][/color] he softly whined at himself, [color=ed145b][b]"Stop it Steven! Thinking about that stuff does you no good! Come on, one foot in front of th-"[/b][/color]

[i]CRAK[/i]

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