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YELLING.

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    “I thought computers LIKED it that way.” He replied softly, squeezing his hand not gripping his rifle into a fist, attempting to recover some feeling in his chilled fingers. SNOW was always what he dreaded most, even when he was a kid back home. It makes his bones ache- especially his knees. Not even the soldier training program could harden someone against their own NATURE. The leather of his jacket strains as he turns to look at her. “Can’t really help you, Thena. I’m already FREEZING my ass off.” A small nod forwards and he takes another crunching step.

       “We’re almost at the antenna.                  Once we set up comms and fix the connection, we can roll back down, deal?”

            ☢

“That’s racist.”

Of course it wasn’t, but Athena couldn’t think of anything else to push between chattering dentae. The mountain was cold, far colder than she cared for. Her joints were creaking, and she swore some of the gears in her limbs were starting to freeze and stick. If she didn’t get inside soon, Torbjorn was going to have a FIELD DAY repairing her.

mother hen crooning

Studio Ghibli Sentences / accepting

❝ why? ❞ there is a clip to her tone --- it's almost an accusation. fingers curled into fists and small frame tensed with her building aggravation. she's tired, so tired of being JUDGED by youth and described through soft words as if she were something fragile. a glass doll in need of being coddled, unfit for the battle field.

perfectly plush I say

they march aross the field, immune to your attacks, slowly mowing down everyone on the map, even the people on their team. There is no counter, no defense, you just wait and get ready to reappear in spawn