"Helloooo, mountain boy! Didja miss me~?"
Kristoff froze mid-stride and hunched over, teeth gritted in physical pain. He placed a gloved hand upon the ear closest to the Sugar racer then checked it, half-expecting blood to present.
"Like a hole in the head." the blond grumbled, lowering his hand and retrieving the crude rucksack he had dropped when her nasally gibberish had assaulted his ears.
"What are you doing here? Did you talk the ears off that Ralph of yours? So now you're Moving on to the next victim?"











