Azrael
Nate’s stern face is one that Azrael has to try very hard not to laugh at – believing him to be truthful in making sure they don’t get hurt or swept away in the hustle and bustle of everything given how tense everything is. So they stick close to Nikolai and Nate, nodding to his request instead. “Okay, okay. I think I can do that…” They admit, before they abandon their makeshift snowcastle, reaching into their bag as the really tall scarred tattooed guy with Nate offers to take their items to be cooked.
And truthfully? Azrael isn’t interested in roasting themself, so they nod happily. “Yes please! I don’t want to up my internal thermostat.” They announce, a bright fanged grin shot toward Nate with amusement sparking in their gaze as they dance over the snow to hand Sunjata the wrapped ham, before settling back with their snowcastle and eagerly watching the events take hold.
Azrael hands their wrapped ham to Sunjata to cook and remains in the back.
And truthfully? Azrael isn’t interested in roasting themself, so they nod happily. “Yes please! I don’t want to up my internal thermostat.” They announce, a bright fanged grin shot toward Nate with amusement sparking in their gaze as they dance over the snow to hand Sunjata the wrapped ham, before settling back with their snowcastle and eagerly watching the events take hold.
Azrael hands their wrapped ham to Sunjata to cook and remains in the back.
lay you down, there's nothing to be scared of
all your fears are in the breeze
all your fears are in the breeze
