β all i want to do right now is hop into a warm bed & not get out until the end of winter . β
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Looking up from his book Chase stares absently for a moment, before his eyes move toward the window, staring out it into the snow falling. He noticed that it wasn't the same. Not like when he had been a kid. Before....everything bad started to happen. Now with all these burn scars, the changes in the weather, created by him or not, there was a sensation, sometimes a pain that came to his magically 'gifted' wounds. Swallowing, he closed his book and turned to look at Miharu. Placing the book to the side onto a table he gave an angsty little sigh to what she said "Well you can't, you'll get bed sores after a while, you know." Especially where they were, the cold could last for a while. Dropping his gaze to his hands as he brought them together, bending at the waist and resting his arms on his legs, he could feel it, that weird sensation.













