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The boy sat in his room, as many blankets as he could take from the rooms without getting into to much trouble on his lap, the spare jackets he had brought for the cold rainy days in Oregon already on. The journal sat open in his lap as he shivered trying to find any reason why he was so cold.
“C-Come on… There has to be something…” He said, tilting his head to the side. Sure it was cold and rainy outside like it was at the end of Summer, the shack should be warm, no one else was having any problems.
The boy let out a loud groan tilting his head back, there was no help in the journal, he grabbed the phone beside him texting the last person he’d texted.
[TXT] : Any chance you can come by the shack?
[TXT] : And bring blankets or jackets… Anything warm?
windguardian reblogged this from dippxr-blog and added: Ventus’ wings emerged and fluttered rapidly, hoping to get blood flowing, and warming the yellow-blood’s body.
dippxr-blog reblogged this from windguardian and added: Dipper leaned into the other, trying to feel warm with little luck. He was so cold, and was getting frustrated, he...
