[When she made that sound (however stifled), he immediately reached out, grasping at air, too uncertain to help... until she'd already made her way in, Shoot keeping close.
He tried to hide it, how much the running and stumbling took out of him, equally as stubborn and prideful, but even if he made little sound, his nostrils flared and his shoulders shook, and he just about collapsed into a chair when he got inside. (Did he hang the right name tag? Whatever).
At least it was warm here...
He kept watching her from the corner of his eye, though.
Oh, and he sure did track snow on the nice, (previously) clean wooden floor. That's going to melt and make a potentially dangerous mess. Why are his shoes still on anyway?]
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He tried to hide it, how much the running and stumbling took out of him, equally as stubborn and prideful, but even if he made little sound, his nostrils flared and his shoulders shook, and he just about collapsed into a chair when he got inside. (Did he hang the right name tag? Whatever).
At least it was warm here...
He kept watching her from the corner of his eye, though.
Oh, and he sure did track snow on the nice, (previously) clean wooden floor. That's going to melt and make a potentially dangerous mess. Why are his shoes still on anyway?]