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[neverstudied]

"Hey, this is Dr. Peter Venkman- I'm probably busy. If you're calling about something stupid done by a Dr. Egon Spengler or a Dr. Ray Stantz, I'm sorry for whatever they did. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

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[yousayyes]

Ah, I see- he takes after his owner. [The corners of his eyes slyly tilt up.] In that case, we should be alright if we all stick together.

[With that said, the four begin their walk down the forest path together, sun setting ever more, their surroundings darkening to the point far-off branches resemble pitch-black shadows cast against the dimming sky.]

[Winston moves with Venkman as a single unit, holds tightly onto him as he looks around, taking in the tranquil beauty of the environment around them. ...quickly developing the habit of looking over his shoulder to make sure neither of Venkman's dogs get lost around the bend when they turn a corner. Of course, it's harder to keep sight of them in the dark- so ultimately he winds up relying more on his ears to keep track of them as the afternoon progresses further into night.]

[And as the night falls, his shoulders start trembling, shaking the arm he's kept slung around Venkman- his flesh becoming notably icy and his hairs standing on end. Winston gives a sheepish look as a particularly severe shiver jostles Peter a bit.]

...sorry, just a little chillier out tonight than I thought it'd be. [It's not like he's exactly dressed for the cold, either.]

[neverstudied]

You wound me.

[They set off on their little journey, with Zuul immediately coming to Venkman's side and walking in step with him. Vinz takes a few seconds to realize what's going on and plod after the three. As expected, he takes brief detours to sniff at things in the forest and stray off the path, but Zuul inevitably brings him back with little more than a huff.

Venkman notices the shivering, of course, and laughs softly.]

What were you thinking when you came out here, anyway? Can't've planned this, or you would've at least worn a scarf. Unless you're not always the infallible genius of our quartet...

[He shakes his head, and tugs the scarf off his own neck- white, with blue stripes. Wingull-patterned. He wraps it around Winston's neck and begins to work on tying it.]

[yousayyes]

[He gives a bemused chuckle.] Come on- who said I was a genius?

[The wingull scarf forms something of a shield around his mouth, trapping his breath so every exhale bounces back with a burst of warm air brushing against his neck, sending a wave of goosebumps through his skin that ripples back to the tip of his spine. It takes a minute for him to adjust to it, and he pauses a for a while to gather his thoughts before speaking again.]

Well, when I first laid eyes on that advert for the Cape, I planned on just turning around and circling back to the inn to show it to you... That is, until I noticed the sun was getting ready to set and I got the idea to invite you out on the bridge to see it with me. Thought I could stand to do better than barging into the room and flopping a flyer on your lap, anyway.

...though I'm sure that would've won you over just as well. [There's a mildly smug aura coming off the teasing grin he's giving- it might come off stronger if his teeth weren't still chattering behind it.]

[neverstudied]

Everyone. You know you're the smartest of all of us.

[As he finishes fixing the scarf to Winston's neck, he leans forward to plant a kiss to his nose, grinning.]

Can you blame me for being easily swayed by your charms?