#winterfurst

[vindicta-reliquiae]

Picking Up Where @winterfurst Left Off: x

She can already imagine the cheeky little grin from that last bit. Silly Toshi. Well, wouldn't hurt as much to drop by even when her sister is out for a bit.

She grabs her keys and hoodie, but she's not exactly in a hurry as she's typing away.

[txt: Muffin Top] aight im comin over in a bit then

[txt: Muffin Top] want me to get anything along the way?

[weaselsmuses-aa]

@winterfurst​ 

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

        Aang hadn’t even gotten within a foot of the tent he’d helped this guy get a few days ago and he was being given a icy stare.

                     “Is something wrong?.........Is something on my face?”

[paraxitics]

@winterfurst​

“I’m dirty? The only dirty thing in this house is that stain you call a beard. Besides, do you really think I’m about to rub my hands with decomposed animal fat? Don’t you know that I touch my gems with these hands?” 

[astrollogus]

@winterfurst​

He hates snow. He hates how it flurries and sticks everywhere. Everything about it was inconvenient, including the pile of snow that was forcibly shoved down his jacket by a friend. As it drips from the neck down, he lets out a shriveling yelp. "Aah!! That’s cold, that’s cold!!”  

Seeing him flail in a panic about was a sight to behold.

[viverre]

@winterfurst​

They always pushed themselves to be careful on the road. A second of recklessness wasn’t worth getting hurt over. But every once in a while, they couldn’t resist the temptation to bypass the yellow light - not when they were only a few feet away. 

At least that was the plan until something, or rather someone was spotted up ahead. “Shit!” Just barely making them in out the nick of time, the biker sharply swerves to the side before coming to an abrupt stop. 

[deflcresco]

@winterfurst     |       cont.

[txt: Satoshi] A show, huh ? Sounds like fun.

[txt: Satoshi] Me ? Nothing much, just wasting my Sunday waiting.

[weasels-muses]

@winterfurst

[text] Hey! Hi. 

[text] Why are you phone-yelling at me?

kinda rude to text in all caps.

[fan-tasticfour]

@winterfurst

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   He slid his foot back, the unusually threatening sound of gravel rolling out from under the sole of his shoe. His frown deepened as he pursed his lips and clenched his fists.

   The man pushed himself backwards on the ground a little so he could better stare, seemingly more shocked and confused than actually in pain despite clutching his nose. After a little more staring, he finally scrambled to his feet and speed-walked away, glancing back a few times and touching his nose over and over to make sure it was still intact.

   (It was probably a good thing there wasn’t even so much as a nosebleed, but Patches almost wished something had broken.)

   There was a long silence before his shoulders slumped and he finally dared to turn and (somewhat) look at Satoshi.

   “...You okay?” he asked, his voice a little hoarse.