Nov 16, 2014
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"Lost, kid?"
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Reclining on the long armchair, Snowdrift was content to sit back and relax...which was when he felt the tickle of small hands, running through his hair. In particular, the area about his topknot.
Before he could say anything, he felt inexplicable relief as those fingers tugged at snags in his hair and straightened them out, pulling so gently that the big Pandaren didn't feel any discomfort from the motion.
"Oh, that feels magnificent." Snowdrift murmured as his eyes closed in pure bliss. "Do...you think you could reach the hair on the back of my neck?"
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     "Hey, Sarah?...Are you...okay?"
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   A rage filled Carlos; one that he hadnât felt in a long   time. Heâd felt it a few times while the group was at   Howeâs, but he was powerless to do anythingâ he   constantly had to push the emotion back, in fear of   any repercussions that might follow his rash actions.   This time was different though; they werenât at   Howeâs anymore, and theyâd managed to escape   the horde relatively unscathed. He didnât have to   live in fear that if he made one wrong move, heâd   get injuredâ or worst of all, that something would   happen to Sarah. It was bad enough that some of   the people there bad mouthed her. It irritated him to   no end, but of course, he couldnât do anything about   itâŚÂ   Not this time, however. Much to his dismay,   Troyâd managed to tag along with their group, and   of course, heâd ended up making some kind of   smartass remark about Sarah, and thatâs when   Carlosâwhoâd already been hellaciously annoyed   to begin withâsnapped. Lunging forward, he   tackled the other man to the ground, pinning him   there, punching him with as much force as he   could. Unfortunately, the doctor got carried away,   and much more unfortunate than that, Sarah   just so happened to enter the room just Carlos   landed the final blow that ultimately killed Troy.   It didnât take the Spaniard long to realize that   his daughter had just witnessed what had   happened.   Automatically he jumped to his feet, dark optics   wide in horror at what heâd just done, and what   Sarah had just walked in on. Looking from the   horror-stricken look on her face, down to his   bloodied hands and busted knuckles, and   back again; speechless at what heâd just done.   âS-Sarah, Iâ Sweetieâ this.. I didnâtââ   He was at a loss for words and he knew that   it wouldnât really matter what he said at this   point. Especially after what the girl had just   seen. Guilt overwhelmed him, as well as the   fear that Sarah would never look at him the   same way againâŚ
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"Am I, now...hmmm." Snowdrift wasn't accustomed to people he knew wiggling further into his body, but...it was a welcome change.
"Stay as long as you'd like." He murmured. "Though i may need to get something from the fridge later."
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âYou are adorable.â
"You really think so? Well...you've only seen the softer side of me, I suppose." He smiles knowingly.
"I look a little less cute when I'm taking down a training dummy. Or at least a little less fit and a little more...well, fat." He pats his big stomach. "Still...thank you."
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He wasn't sure where she came from, but when she told him her name and that she didn't know where the people she was trick-or-treating with had gone, Snowdrift offered to let her spend the night. "The guest bedroom works, yes?"
They both agreed that it did. But then...they got sucked into watching a movie, and as the credits scrolled down the screen, a small head fell onto Snowdrift's enormous stomach and came to rest there with a happy smile.
Snowdrift, for his part, made certain to gather a thick woolen blanket about her shoulders. "Rest well."