(hiruma doesn't have to reply, he'll speak with this person soon enough. he's not far, which is to his benefit, boots marking up fresh-fallen snow that crunches under his soles.
when he spots her, the only one it could be, hiruma stands at a short distance. separated by more than a blanket's throw of now-white terrain. there is no way he's discounted losing, as his chances really are 50/50, and the last thing that's going to happen is getting a pissy piece of fabric wrapped around his head. no thank you.)
You fit right in with these. (motions to the fat, spiky, blood-filled plants........)
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when he spots her, the only one it could be, hiruma stands at a short distance. separated by more than a blanket's throw of now-white terrain. there is no way he's discounted losing, as his chances really are 50/50, and the last thing that's going to happen is getting a pissy piece of fabric wrapped around his head. no thank you.)
You fit right in with these. (motions to the fat, spiky, blood-filled plants........)