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It's more fun because you can see everything rush at you.
It won't hurt, if you fall off you just land in the snow.
They don't have moose here. As for the trees, steer around them.
Sure they'll open it back up soon enough. I got some books though, I'll bring them to you later. Sounds like you need to get out of that head of yours and out for a walk.
[ but there it is - the strange little emotion. it strikes him like a brick to the chest. it's easier to hide his own weariness in text, his own slow recuperation. but the i missed you is what gets him. ]
How about that walk now?
[ i want to see for myself that you're okay - comes skittering across koby's mind in response. ]
[ but there it is - the strange little emotion. it strikes him like a brick to the chest. it's easier to hide his own weariness in text, his own slow recuperation. but the i missed you is what gets him. ]
How about that walk now?
[ i want to see for myself that you're okay - comes skittering across koby's mind in response. ]
Just a little.
It's a kid's game Koby. You'll be fine.
It's a kid's game Koby. You'll be fine.
Edited 2024-12-04 00:51 (UTC)
The hill isn't steep enough, it won't be that fast.
[The careful, wistful brush of Koby's consciousness immediately pitches upwards, warm eager excitement, a kid straining and raising their hand in class (in a crowd of cuter, prettier, smarter, nicer girls, looked over by discerning eyes, biting his lip and squaring his shoulders and thinking, thinking, me, me, pick me, pick me, please pick me). He'll get better at controlling his emotions later, as he grows, as he learns, but right now they bleed from him like a wound in water, helpless and free-flowing to anyone who can see it.]
I'd like that. Yeah. [The juxtaposition of the casual text and the open-hearted longing of emotion is a touch absurd, and Koby will perhaps feel embarrassed about it later. But also: it's Louis. Louis is safe. Louis won't laugh at him for being so hopelessly desperate for attention, for validation. Right?]
I'd like that. Yeah. [The juxtaposition of the casual text and the open-hearted longing of emotion is a touch absurd, and Koby will perhaps feel embarrassed about it later. But also: it's Louis. Louis is safe. Louis won't laugh at him for being so hopelessly desperate for attention, for validation. Right?]
It won't fit over your hat! Wear a hat so your ears don't freeze off.
Of course I do. I'm taking some of the Westeros boys shopping to get winter ready, you should come.
Their seasons last for decades. They were born in the summer, so they've never seen winter.
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