#fluff me

<<<<Sorry if too much fluff or so :P 

 Just kidding. Not sorry. Bleh~~>>>>

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Faye had surely grown.

After all, he hated snow. He absolutely hated it. The floating specks of melting dust hailed as snow, those half-frozen drops of liquid cottonballs, how could people possibly enjoy such a thing?

They floated everywhere. Littered every single inch of the ground. It ticked him off. Snow hindered activities, made global warming seem like a poorly made joke but worst of all, it distracted him too much. It was too cold to do anything, leaving him cursed with constant colds and headaches. Such an insignificant thing lowered his productivity and made him suffer with constant sniffling, the flakes of dancing snow just being the icing on the cake to taunt him.

It was evident. The cold was his enemy.

So why was he currently crouched behind a rock? And balling up the fluffy white dust particles in his hand?

Why wasn't he wrapped up in blankets at home with hot tea, like he always would be?

Why was he hurling it at Faye - well of course he was, that was what Faye was for.

But most importantly, it was the most hellish time of the year for him, with the freezing cold, constant sneezes and burning fevers, so why was he smiling?

Perhaps the cold had finally driven him mad, like he always thought it would.

Perhaps he was trying to get back at the snowy season, to prove to it that Qexyr Smugvold was undaunted by anything

Or perhaps Faye had laced that first snowball with drugs.

Yes, that had to be the explanation. Laced with a euphoric drug that made him laugh uncontrollably and smile idiotically, it's potency increasing through Faye's taunts.

Perhaps it was laced with a sort of performance drug? That would explain why he felt so competitive , filled with adrenaline. He felt alive. As if he could take on the worl-

*whoosh*

That was close. He couldn't get hit by another, for the sake of his pride and to avoid getting another dose of the drug. He didn't know the drug’s potency yet. He had to defeat Faye at this. More specifically, he would defeat Faye to get that drug. He would be more productive with it, practically unstoppable by the cold-

"Is the grand leader unable to hit me with even one~ measly snowball? Or is he too scared to even try~?  "

Qexyr twitched. He crouched down solemnly, balling snow in his hands. The drug's effectiveness must have risen again. He really had to commend Faye on his good work this time.

He would definitely win this fight.

For the drug and to expand his current capabilities.

"I'm getting bored~"