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               _{Tone averts from curious to an almost effortless groan as disappointment is swallowed within mind’s corridors. A sigh of agitation leaks from the rough lips that peel apart for only this instance, and pale discs of devotion pierce the visual of the outwardly elder female who stands not too far from himself. Shivers of icy chill travel quick down one’s spine, and frigid pain is ignored as if it wouldn’t prod about the exterior flesh of one’s own. Chin low, and tone matching expression furthers through such serious vocals,}

     ″_{It’s coming from the north. Let’s move.}″

          His attitude _{certainly does not go unnoticed, and thus does a huff slip past glossed lips. Nevertheless does she hold her tongue–a mere nod gestured before following male’s lead, and a chilling silence would fill the atmosphere for what felt to be an eternity. However, it’s not as long as felt, and she takes a breath before allowing query to replace silence.}

                    _{❝Sooo… what’s your name?}

                      _{—-Aren’t you cold? Your outfit is kinda uh, unfit–for this weather, I mean.❞}

   _{Regardless of curiosity is there no filter, for there’s no need for a boring mission, is there?}

                    _{❝Hey–! Do you ever smile?❞}