The days slipped by both aimlessly and in a blur, before Blues knew it. Despite Kalinka's excellent repairs on the most pressing issues with his body, by the fourth month he was starting to slow down again. It was only minor things -- replacements for simple things, tuneups for his joints, a wire or two in his buster that needed replacement.
But even minor things add up.
It was a dangerous cycle. He could not patch himself up without parts, but to get the riskier parts he needed he had to be in as good a condition as he could in case things went... less than favorable.
So the winter slipped away, the spring, summer, autumn came and went, and winter came again. And as the cold returned, he thought of the previous snowfall. He thought of that little frog dragging along a crumpled poinsettia. He thought of the E-tanks left for him in the next year, and the silence that followed that point up until now.
It'd been his fault the silence stretched for so long. He hadn't replied back then. Would it have made a difference? Did Shadow take his lack of answer as a final declaration?
This January turned out to be remarkably cold, colder than he could recall from recent years. So cold, in fact, that some days he stirred from drowsiness with frost on his face and in his hair. The frigid temperatures only made it harder to move, despite his limitless core. So some days, he simply didn't, hunkered down and slipping between slumber (in the barest sense -- more dozing than anything else), nightmares, and wakefulness (again, in the barest sense).
It'd be in such a state that Shadow would find Blues, hidden away behind old crates and rusty barrels. Tango was nowhere to be found, but the Eldest was tucked into a corner with his face half buried in his scarf and his hands deep in his pockets. He was motionless, deathly still -- as always -- and the shades on his face obscured the faintest sliver of green illuminating his lashes, leaving it impossible to tell whether he was even awake.
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