[ Tatara's bundled in the down jacket Khun gave him, probably black with fur on the hood (he would've worn his blue winter coat for this, the one he arrived in, but it's still shoved in the back of his closet, still torn, bloodstained, and a part of him just couldn't wear it in front of Khun). But his knit hat with the pompom and the mittens are all purple.
He's huddled right up beside Khun, absorbing both his body heat and enchanted heat, and peers up at him. ]
Like what?
[ Just curious, really.
As they walk, the faint scent of cigarette smoke, of worn wood, and sweet, distilled alcohol fills the air. Tatara tilts his head when he gets a whiff of it—it smells so familiar—but doesn't comment on it. ]
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He's huddled right up beside Khun, absorbing both his body heat and enchanted heat, and peers up at him. ]
Like what?
[ Just curious, really.
As they walk, the faint scent of cigarette smoke, of worn wood, and sweet, distilled alcohol fills the air. Tatara tilts his head when he gets a whiff of it—it smells so familiar—but doesn't comment on it. ]