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It was just... she couldn’t remember if she had ever seen a snowman before. And that didn’t seem right. But any memory not spent in the spring just seemed so fuzzy-- 

The head fell off. 

She blinked and waved a hand over the headless torso before panic had settled in. The head fell off!! Quickly, she scrambled to put the snow man back together but in the process, the once jovial fellow was looking like a lump of anguish, the coals of the smiles slipping into a mismashed frown. And now making matters worse, it seemed someone had appeared just as she was fixing it.

“T-This isn’t vandalism! It was an accident! I-It moved on its own!”

In some ways, this place wasn’t so different from home. At least in the sense that it was a constantly bustling city, and that the citizenry came in many different shapes and sizes. If anything, it was the more plain ones that gave him cause to pause. Before, it was rare he had ever seen someone without any animal or inhuman features. Now, they were the majority of what he came across.

Still, he kept his curious glances brief. It wasn’t anything of much consequence, in the end. After his own horn had attracted a few too-long stares, it seemed only polite to not follow the same example.

In fact, he hardly paid anyone any mind until he was in the train station and peering at maps from behind a crowd. He only did it for a moment, though, before frowning and deciding they were too far to bother.

That left one quicker option; setting a hand on a nearby shoulder to get someone’s attention.

Surviving was all he had left. All he needed to do was keep breathing, that’s all he could do anymore. His emotions were all jumbled and messed up, his thoughts didn’t want to work anymore, instead, he was forced to just blankly continue on, exhaustion ebbing at his head. Maybe that seemed over-dramatic to others but that was how he felt, and part of him believed he’d never be able to feel any other way. 

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          「 ♔.❝ Hey. ❞ Of course she wouldn’t shout out a name for she didn’t know the boy’s name at all. Putting a hand on his shoulder would sure enough to grab his attention if ‘ hey ‘ wasn’t enough. ❝ That belongs to me, ❞ she’d speak as she would pluck the knife from his hands and swiftly place it back among her other items on her person. A loop had broken off and many of her belongings had fallen out, and now she believed she had found all of what had fallen. Hopefully anyway. ❝ Kids don’t need to hold these, should have just left it on the ground or put it off to the side. ❞