+true-dark-flame-master
Grey laid on the ground outside a school building, flipping skirts when the opportunity presented itself and sending spite-laden snowflakes into ears and the backs of collars and even occasionally to land on someone's nose. The door opened, and he turned his head to see who'd come out this time. Hopping to his feet, he strolled across the open area to get a closer look.
"What's your name?" he mused to himself, examining the boy."












