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When Marco arrived at the scene, apparently too late by the absence of the hotheaded brother, he could only see the aftermath of whatever commotion had been wrought. There was frost everywhere from what he could see, though he was lucky enough to be sheltered by his own fur. One of the few things about the curse he was actually grateful for. After a second of attempting to analyse the situation, the dark-furred brother let out yet another sigh and looked up to the ceiling in slight exasperation. [color=0072bc]"Well, then? Who can tell me what happened? And Grey, how many all-nighters will I be taking for damage control this time?"[/color]