#suishoo

“She’s so cute when she blushes.” Fred grinned at Hel.

“Oh, I agree, husband. We should do something about that.” 

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     Kurt doesn’t do well in the cold. His fur is very short and he can’t exactly find pants that fir his legs. What pants he can wear are normally too baggy, so there’s a lot of air in there. Shirts are easier, gloves are impossible.      Oh yeah and also he’s blue and people will actually chase him out of shops.

     Needless to say, he was unable to find a place inside to stay. He hadn’t anticipated the storm either, so here he is huddling somewhere unknown curling in on himself. His tail is wrapped around his abdomen, hands under his arms. He’s shivering uncontrollably and wondering if this is it.

     Then what he could only describe as an angel appeared. Something warm wraps around him and his eyes open slightly. He hadn’t even realized they were closed. Yellow orbs glance to you, hardly able to see through the snow. 

“No, it isn’t weird. There are things that smell like you and it makes me feel happy and safe.” He tells her honestly.

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     Vinn isn’t normally one to go out to bars, but tonight they’d been actually straight up hired to play on stage. It had gone pretty well, so they decided to get themselves an order of mozzarella sticks as a reward. They don’t do alcohol.

     They weren’t feeling up to going in the men’s room tonight though, some part of their gut just.. Drew them towards the ladies room. So they oblige and wander in, only to find something that struck terror, familiarity, and anger to their core. They quickly got a glass of water from the bartender and returned, setting it next to the poor thing.

What was this place? Where was the smell of garbage wafting out of every crevice? The smog? The gray? The beeping and police sirens? How could someone live in this and not go crazy with all this green and all this fresh air and these damn bird songs? Only someone who was completely okay with being alone with their thoughts could handle this. Clint couldn’t figure out why Song would choose this of all places to hide out at but this was the address where she sent the letter from, vague as it was. If she wasn’t here and this was just a random farm owned by some poor unsuspecting family, he was going to be really embarrassed. Reaching the door, he tried to peek into one of the windows to find it looked pretty empty, dark in fact, before he knocked on the door.

“Show me again the power of the darkness.”

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