The snow began to fall more regularly as winter truly began to set in, the chill in the air causing Gordon's teeth to begin to chatter. His black leather jacket did nothing to keep him truly warm, but it was better than looking like the animated marshmallows who waddled the winter wonderland who appeared to be ready to topple over with every step. He smiled as the imagine crossing the street simply to push one of them over just to watch them flail in the snow in their failed attempts to get back up. His hand gripped the bag from their local grocer as the shivering became more severe and his attention turned to the diner. It's too damned cold, he thought angrily, I just want to lay in bed all day. He sighed as his feet sank into the snow, getting ice inside his boots and causing him to cringe and walk faster. His gloves were about as useful as his jacket was, the snow that fell from the sky filling the flared edges of them and soaking his hands. Winter was not exactly his favorite season, and he wished they lived somewhere in the south where the winter was more akin to a northern summer. His steps were lighter and faster as he moved along the sidewalk, not realizing by the time he approached the diner that he was almost at a full sprint. The only thing faster than his current pace was the quickness of his head hitting the pavement. From an outsider's view, this would be comical. His legs flew from underneath him and he attempted to brace himself with the bag of tomatoes from Jeb, semi-successfully protecting his face from the impact. When he came to, he tried to stand up and immediately collapsed against the window of the shop on his right. His head was spinning and his thoughts were a blur, but he rubbed his face and when he looked at his hand covered in red his heart began to speed up. I'm bleeding! Fuck, why am bleeding this much? And what is this white shit? He didn't realize that he was looking around for an explanation as if it was something he dropped along with the tomatoes, and as he took a step he slipped once more, landing on his ass and cringing at the cold hard pain. As he looked at the slaughtered produce in front of him, he realized that he was just wiping the tomato airbag off his face and felt incredibly silly for freaking out as he did. He also took note than none of these assholes were helping him, but he assumed that was his karma for considering going "People-Tipping" so he allowed the frustration to subside. His hand felt along the wall to the windowsill and he lifted himself painfully from the ground. Leaning down to grab the remnants of the tomatoes he purchased, he groaned as he realized he'd have to go back to the store for more. His breath escaped his mouth in a smoke cloud and he clenched both fists as he turned his attention to the sky. "Damn you, winter!"