this passion whole-heartedly. Mornings are the worst.

willing to acknowledge, however, that having it be night all the time wouldn't work very well.

if it would work out if they just took out the morning part and kept the other parts of the day and night.

agrees this may be a good idea, if only they could figure out how to do it.

doesn't really think that there is a way to do it, but it's nice to dream.

to agree. On the other hand, what dreams are able to be made reality, anyways?

that there are a lot of dreams that have been made a reality! This one is just a bit too far-fetched to join them...

guesses he'll just have to settle for having longer nights than days.

Thank goodness for winter!

an affinity for winter, which is probably why he's out in the snow. Again.

also out in the snow and happens to come across Lukas, walking over to him. "It's a bit late to be out and about, eh?" Though he's not one

to talk, since he's out and about as well.

shrugs, picking up some snow and letting it fall out of his gloved hands. "Not really. It's a lot more peaceful out at night, as long as

it's not the crime season." He glanced at Matthew, gaze void of any particular emotion. "Why are you out so late on a chilly night?"

watches Lukas, shrugging. "Well... I couldn't sleep and I thought I could use some fresh, cool air." He looks up at the sky with a small

smile. "It's beautiful tonight."

nodded in understanding. "It's a lot easier to sort through your thoughts out here." He adjusted the ends of his scarf, securing it more

tightly as he also glanced up. "It is. The skies are clear, the moon is shining, and you can just feel worries wash away."

slips his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "It's wonderful." He murmurs simply and taking a deep breath of the cold air, he watches it

spiral away and dissolve when he exhales. Silence reigns on his side of the conversation, leaving it at that. Just it's wonderful.

perfectly content to remain silent. In fact, one could say he preferred it. He absent-mindedly worked thee snow he was holding into a

sphere, his eyes fixed on the stars. It really was a wonderful night.

turns his attention away from the stars to watch Lukas and his snowball. It reminds him of when he was younger- He hasn't had a snowball

fight in years and so he hasn't had a reason to make one. He doesn't speak up about anything, wanting to keep the silence, which is nice.

glanced at the snowball, then at Matthew, and back to the snowball before dropping it. His hands were shoved into his pockets, shoulders

slightly hunched, before he bothered sppeaking up again. "This may be a stupid question, but would you possibly like to build a snowman

with me?" It ceratinly felt bizarre asking; Lukas was a typically private person. But Matthew was one of y

-the few nations he could tolerate, so the idea hadn't been completely rejected by his brain-to-mouth filter.

would love to make a snowman with him! However, he's a little taken aback that such a quiet and reserved nation like Lukas would want to do

something like make a snowman... "Of course. Sounds like fun!" He smiles happily, going over to Lukas and starting to gather up snow.