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Vince did not like winter.

He was traversing down the courtyard wearing a black coat, thick black pants, with a black scarf and black gloves on his hands that he had cupped over his mouth, blowing hot air into them. Vince didn't like black at all. Really. It just matched his hair and his black eye. He didn't have another eye. The socket was covered by an eye patch of... what color? Bright pink, of course. The same color as his ear muffs.

His boots thumped onto the ground as he tried to make to the entrance of the Palace, shoulders hunched up next to his ears. His eye lifted up toward the sky, which was cast over. A chilly breeze stung his cheeks and made them red. He grumbled miserably.

"... it's that time again."