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The heavyset man paused a few steps away from the wooden door, his metal tipped boots' footsteps being muffled by the crunching produced by the thick layer of snow that paved the earth around him. He turned around for a moment and savored the landscape. Even though it was an icy barren land with only him and a few other people living in the rural for the next couple of miles it was still a lovely sight. Well, at it was all beautiful at least to him. Nothing but white, a single trail of footsteps of which were his own, and the occasional dark silhouette of a tree... However, the man he 'shared' the house with couldn't think any poorer of it than he already did.
The obnoxious ruffling of the man's scarf in the wind brought him back to focus. With a shivering huff he grasped the knob of the door with a gloved hand and pushed as hard as he could. A gust of cold air behind him made sure he wasted no time in entering the house and closing the door. Almost seconds after he entered the house his scarf-wrapped face was brought from an undecorated white to a beat red, the sudden warmth giving a tingling sensation to his near frostbitten cheeks. A smile appeared behind the cloth that was snugly wrapped around his neck as he adjusted it, exposing his more of his face to the heat of the fire that was lit near the entrance.
"Gilbert?" He called out calmly, slipping the leather gloves off of his hands with calloused fingertips. It was more of a passive aggressive warning rather than questioning if he was around. He knew, response or not, that he was there. He had made sure there was no escape when he wasn't home. When he left for his walks he kept Gilbert in a tiny room on the second floor at the end of a hall, the room furthest away from the large intricate fireplace that warmed most of the mansion. The sturdily built man strolled over to the stairway and began walking up with every step groaning from the pressure of his heavy boots and weight, his hand trailing on the railing absentmindidly.
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