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one ( name / alias ):  chel two ( birthday ):  september 9 three ( zodiac sign ):  virgo four ( height ):  5′4″ five ( hobbies ):  what’s a hobby, but uhhh.  school.  writing.  sewing.  ffxiv.  walks.  sleep. six ( favourite colour(s) ):  there’s this really, really nice orange in the fall seven ( favourite books ):  what’s pleasure reading who has time for that, but that honestly really depends on my mood?  so that answer constantly changes eight ( last song listened to: ):  honestly probably something by of monsters or men nine ( last film watched ):  buffy ( even though it’s a show, but ) ten ( inspiration for muse ):  memes and of monsters and men and cute animal pictures and noticing the little things eleven ( dream job ): research twelve ( meaning behind your url ):  it just means freckles.  e x c i t i n g.  i essentially took the origin of niflheim and matched it with a few prompto-relevant words, and freknur happened to be available.

          “‘fraid so now, but we’re gonna have fun with some o’ the need to know games.”  It’s all in good humor, though, what with the nigh conspiratorial grin and with the plethora of gaming possibilities before them -----  so should she wish as well.  But to him that’s part of the fun and the challenge, pinpointing what to introduce and how ( and, gods, he’s perhaps a bit too eager ).  “That’s a big promise -------  wanna make a bet?  Luckily Justice Monsters V we have to go to an arcade for, so there’ll be a ton others to pick there, too.”

          He blinks at her ; it’s a response he’d been hoping for in an ideal scenario, but certainly one he wouldn’t dare actually dream of ( but here it is ; here he is, living it ).  There’s not to be a second more before a grin’s spreading across, upward toward a crinkle about his eyes ( a sun breaking at dawn ) -----  no less as a portion of his attention would be torn to Tiny Pryna.  “Really?  You’re being serious?  Like serious serious?  Because I’m already mentally clearing out my schedule for the rest of ----  forever probably.”

          “But it’s cold.”  He supposes he can if required ----  if his shoes can keep his feet just warm enough despite the encroaching wet and should their destination be near enough  ----  and so he’ll pause long enough to consider ( fleetingly ) a moment more, the air a puff of white from his lips.  Born in this land, acclimated to another ; it’s an irony quietly not lost on him.  “As long as my toes don’t freeze off.  They don’t deserve this kind of end.”