DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

(( when the sun sets, we're both the same ))

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[vecna]

[Either something horny, or strong-arm her into something cute.

He decides on something cute for now, since the former didn’t get him too far the last time.]

Let’s all go out and play in the snow.

[The mushrooms gasp and say in stereo: Weally?!]

[velluminous]

[ playing? in the snow?

she's not done such a thing in decades... and neither has he. ]

Oh.

[vecna]

[Not for years and years.]

So, what do you say?

[Pweaaaase?]

[velluminous]

You will have to put your coat back on, then. Chop, chop.

[vecna]

[Yaaayyyy!! cheer the mushrooms, who all IMMEDIATELY hop off the desk and trundle out the front door, unwilling to wait for the adults.

Henry laughs and goes to grab his coat, as well as hers, if she ever bothered to shrug it off.]

Thanks for humoring me. And them.

[velluminous]

[ she did not. still clad in furs, warm and bundled. lingering at her desk and all the papers the mushrooms fussed about. ]

It is least thing I can do.

[vecna]

[Then he’ll just wait for her by the door, though he does offer out a hand.]

Don’t think of it like that. Like you’re repaying a debt.

[velluminous]

[ at last she turns to look at him, his hand ]

I don't.

[vecna]

Good.

[Ever vigilant, he waits patiently.]

Then let’s have some fun.

[velluminous]

How domestic.

[ in his infinite patience. only now steps forward, in order to place her hand in his. ]

[vecna]

It isn't so bad.

[Being domestic. As long as it's with her.

He takes her hand, a gentle squeeze — any time Henry Creel earns a handhold from Sprezzatura, he considers it a win.]

Careful, I'm pretty sure they've been wanting a snowball fight for a while now.

[And out the door they go, which he closes behind them gently with his powers.

The snow is really coming down now, their visions veiled with a sheet of soft, falling white. There are hills of snow gathering on either side of the path that leads up to the door, and amid one, three little mushrooms are scattering around and laughing, kicking up snow. One of them gathers up (tiny) balls of the stuff, creating its ammunition for a future snowball fight.]

[velluminous]

Snowball fight with that? Little thimblefuls?

[ and indeed, as they step back outside, the snowballs the mushroom has put together are minuscule. no bigger than a marble. she has weathered hailstones both larger and harder, yet the sight is oddly... charming. she worries, too, of having them out here like this—so simple for a wayward thief to get ideas, whisk them up and away, or perhaps do them harm if harm is intended.

and yet.

she hears their little giggles and something in her stills. ]

What are you three up to, hm?

[vecna]

[That’s what they’re here for. To make sure they have fun, but remain safe and sound. Henry will murder anyone who thinks to harm or steal them.

The mushrooms look up at her, smiling.

I want to make a snow angel!

No, I wanna make a snowman!

Snowball fiiiight!!

The third throws a tiny snowball at Sprezzatura. It smacks her ankle, relatively unimpressive.]

[velluminous]

[




kicks up a little scuff of snow right back at the offending mushroom. sorry, she's still a little bit mean and not good enough with kids. ]

[vecna]

[It’s a direct hit, and the little guy flails his arms and scrunches up his face.

Pwaaahh…]

…That’s not how a snowball fight works, you know. Though… they are at somewhat of a disadvantage.

[Hm…]

[velluminous]

[ poor lil guy ]

If I throw snow's ball at them, I crush! Precisely.

[vecna]

[The mushroom picks up another small snowball and throws it — it just whiffs by.]

Then why don’t you team up with them, instead?

[velluminous]

Against you?

[ without even acknowledging the snowball ]

[vecna]

[sonboy is doing his best]

Mm-hm. If you think you stand a chance.

[velluminous]

What is this farce of challenge? You smile because you know you have tireless ability.

[vecna]

Oh? And what if I promise not to use my telekinesis?

[We can beat Henwy! declares the snowball-mushroom, pumping both arms in the air.]

[velluminous]

Then it is not only possible, but predetermined.

[vecna]

Oh, someone's confident. Give me a little credit.

[The mushrooms shuffle towards Sprezzatura, as though already taking her "side."]

But that's a "yes", then?

[velluminous]

Arm yourself.

[vecna]

[All three of the mushrooms become snowball-making machines, ducking down into the snow and packing little wads of it together excitedly. Henry arches a brow, then does the same on his side.]

I'll save the big ones for you. [Snowballs, he means.] Watch out.