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@sentientsnowmanā sent:Ā āHi there! Iām Olaf, and I like warm hugs. Where am I?ā Heās smiling ear to ear, tapping the fingers of his little stick arms together curiously.
At first, Gladio didnāt see where the voice had come from. Being a good several feet taller than the one in question. It was like a toddler had come out of seemingly no where. Except much more terrifying. ā- Arguably worse than Kenny Crow terrifying. He didnāt really see the cute factor in these sorts of things.
Heād been a lot of places and seen a lot of stuff. And no matter where he went, snowmen. Inanimate objects. Were not supposed to speak.
His immediate, knee jerk reaction was to take the blunt side of his sword and use it like a baseball bat to get that thing as far away as humanly possible.
Olaf had been ill-prepared for being STRUCK by a giant metal thing and TOSSED into the air like yesterdayās garbage. STILL-- he appreciated it! Obviously this beefy stranger was trying to give him a BETTER lay of the land. And as Olaf soared through the sky-- breaking up into his various bits, he spoke.
āWOW~ I can see my HOUSE from here!ā A pause. āNo wait-- thatās a tree. But thank you anyway!ā He landed on the ground a dozen or so feet away and began to put himself back together. What a super helpful guy! Olaf had to go THANK him for his kindness. It was only right.
Once he got himself sorted out, he began to waddle back toward the stranger, waving a stick arm in the air.
āHEY BUDDY! Thanks for the VIEW!ā He was half-shouting because the big guy was so TALL-- and also fairly far away. āBut I STILL DONāT KNOW WHERE I AM!ā
