(what exactly-- this one is a new one, he looks like a plushie? the urge to poke him, see if there's a squeak once he stops is very, very strong, but he stops himself from reaching. instead, he very casually crawls into the room, muttering an 'excuse me' once he does, but not before he pats the suit to rid it of the snow that piled on him.
he has no intention of dirtying up the plushie's house, after all.)
No, I'm actually pretty okay? But-- I'm sorry, what's your name?
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he has no intention of dirtying up the plushie's house, after all.)
No, I'm actually pretty okay? But-- I'm sorry, what's your name?