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[dismemberthename]

[Whatever circumstances put you into this situation must have really sucked, because right now? You're basically in the middle of nowhere, with heavy snowfall verging on a blizzard, with no reliable way out of this mess. There's no sign of shelter anywhere, and you're in the mountains for fuck's sake. Maybe you can find some trees to hang out under...?

...Are those wolves howling? Seriously, why are even wolves out in this weather?]

((or you know whatever you wanna play follow your dreams))

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[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ sputters and topples in, at which point it becomes pretty apparent he was totally bullshitting about how cold he was. his core is sort of ok and rapidly warming, but all his extremities are icy. ] Hey— [ not seriously protesting, though ]

[dismemberthename]

--You're freezing!!

[flops on bodily here take warmth]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ OOFWHINES, WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO HIM ] I swear it's not that bad... [ but burrows into the pile obligingly .-. taking warmth... ]

[dismemberthename]

What's that supposed to mean? I can feel you! [snuggles atop him, solid and warm and not at all shy.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ he noticed ] I know, I know, it means I'm sort of... uh. Wired funny when it comes to body heat? The cold doesn't slow me down much.

[dismemberthename]

["Wired funny" he visibly pauses for a moment, then seems to put aside whatever's bothering him in favor of fussing.] No? Well, warming up certainly won't hurt you either.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ he can't help but notice the pause, but since Sudoh puts it aside he doesn't comment on it. ] I won't argue that! Just don't worry too much on my behalf.

[dismemberthename]

Well, I've decided to worry about you, so it's too late for that.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

...that type, huh...

[dismemberthename]

Shamelessly so.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ shifts a bit, trying to settle in without making the snuggling more intimate— mostly because he wants to in a way that he can chalk up entirely to several sets of instincts. (wolves have always been his type, too.) ] Well, it's not like I exactly have room to talk.

[dismemberthename]

Mm. You strike me as similar, yes. [folds his arms across Chris's chest and pillows his chin on them. in your base.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ continues to look increasingly put-upon. once was enough as far as getting bullied by a pack alpha went... ] I did say I had my own pack...

[dismemberthename]

You did. What do you mean?

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

I feed them, they feed me?

[dismemberthename]

...You're just saying things I won't understand on purpose.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

...It's difficult to explain, someone personal, and we've only just met.

[dismemberthename]

That's fine. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, and you can just tell me not to ask certain things.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

That's true, but it's also a little difficult not to feel pressured, considering the circumstances...?

[dismemberthename]

[Sudoh suddenly remembers that he was never the kind of guy who had friends, before. fuck.] ...Aah. I can back off. What would help?

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ LOOKS DOWN POINTEDLY AT HOW SUDOH IS ALL CUDDLED UP raises both eyebrows :D;;? ]

[dismemberthename]

[...rolls off without further prompting.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

Thanks. [ promptly rolls halfway out of the pile onto his belly and stretches hard enough to make something pop. ] —oof. Ah— I didn't actually get your name...?

[dismemberthename]

[drapes across the wolves a little ways away, giving him space.]

Ah, right. It's Sudoh.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

I'm Christophe.

[ he's definitely got a bit of an accent going on, but it's more obvious when he says his own name ]