[If this thing harassed him enough, Basil would likely have gone to any lengths to get it to go away. The only issue is that he barely is dressed for the cold as is, in shorts and short-sleeves, so it's either die by ice sword or die from hypothermia, neither of which seem like pleasant options.
Fortunately for Basil, that sweater does the trick. Whether or not it appeases the angel is still up in the air, but it can't quite get to Basil all wrapped up like it is, still struggling as it is to get the sword free from the door.
He doesn't even pause to think. He shudders, scrambling on uneven footing to his feet before rushing past underneath the sword and out onto the little path leading up to the house, running a good few feet beyond the threshold before chancing a look back.]
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Fortunately for Basil, that sweater does the trick. Whether or not it appeases the angel is still up in the air, but it can't quite get to Basil all wrapped up like it is, still struggling as it is to get the sword free from the door.
He doesn't even pause to think. He shudders, scrambling on uneven footing to his feet before rushing past underneath the sword and out onto the little path leading up to the house, running a good few feet beyond the threshold before chancing a look back.]
W-what is it?!