#toomanysweaters

Noelle’s words, as nostalgic as they were, were also somewhat melancholy weren’t they? In recalling the days they’d spent together with their siblings, traipsing the woods for a sense of adventure or thrill that was often too much for the poor girl, there was a soft implication behind all of that recollection. Remember those days? Because they’re gone, now. They’re never coming back.

Kris’ throat feels as though it’s a bit clenched. By the time Noelle’s returned to their side, shuffling past the city’s traffic cones, they feel their posture relax. It’s not so stiff anymore. Maybe...they have a moment to act of their own accord? Maybe they’ve been given permission.

So with it, they place their palms atop Noelle’s knuckles, gaze fixed downward at the ground.

And she just fucking grabs @toomanysweaters​ right off the ground. You can practically hear the squeaky toy noise.

“This one’s got hooves! And weapons on her head!!! And FUR!!!!!” She’s bouncing up and down with the poor little reindeer in her arms, just as excited to see her as Miri had been to see the dragon.