DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[velluminous]

[ except when it's her. turns her body pathetically and whimpers like a little girl when it hits her and clings in the fur of her coat. ]

Ah!

[vecna]

[He would feel bad………………except he doesn’t.]

Can dish it but can’t take it?

[Plap! A tiny snowball hits Henry in the shoulder and he chuckles, angling away. The determined mushroom calls out to Sprezzatura: Get him, Spwezzatula!]

[velluminous]

[ yeah, get him!! she seizes another snowball and hurls it right at his smug, smiling face.

well................. his shoulder, actually. ]

[vecna]

[It’s a hit all the same, and snow splatters. But Henry’s already turning, extra snowballs tucked in his arms, and dashes away to put some space between them.

All three mushrooms give chase, leaving trails in the snow. One trips and faceplants in the white with an oof, but it’s probably fine. The chase is on!(?)]

[velluminous]

[ her, this time: ] Get him! Don't let him get away!

[ another toss, which completely misses, but she might argue later it's because of seeing the mushroom trip. a ghostly Mage Hand flickers into being to gently right it. ]

Take care you do not break yourself!

[vecna]

[Her snowball misses, flying right past him. The little mushrooms still giving chase have only minimal more success, a small smattering of snow sometimes hitting the back of his legs. Henry smiles wide as he turns around, easily outpacing the mushrooms long enough to spare a glance, and just in time to watch Sprezzatura right one of them from their fall.

…It’s cute, really. Her concern is almost motherly, despite the great unlikelihood of a squishy mushroom familiar hurting itself by tripping in the snow. Of course, he’ll not say such a thing. He calls out, instead-]

All of you need to work on your aim!

[The righted mushroom perks up, on its feet, and says: Thanks, Spwezzatuwa! The snow’s weally big!

He means that the snow has piled up high enough to make it hard for short fungi to run through it.]

[velluminous]

[ it sure has. she crouches down and touches the top of the mushroom's crown, just testing for brittleness. it's subconscious at best, not anything she had to think about to do. only the thought: it is cold, and mushrooms do not do well in the cold. ]

Take care, and take aim.

[vecna]

[The mushroom looks up at her with a owo expression before it finally smiles brightly. It seems completely fine. Its flesh as spongy as before.

Okay! Let’s attack him togethah! Thwow snow at his face!

Yes, these are definitely Henry’s sons.]

[velluminous]

[ can they even manage to hit his face...?

this time, a little pat on its bottom to urge it forward. ]

Just so. We will emerge victorious, hm?

[vecna]

[Little mushroom fistpump! Yeah!

It toddles on through the snow at a quickened pace, joining its brethren who are too busy trying to hit Henry with tiny snowballs to notice. Henry, however, has noticed her kindness, and though he occasionally shuffles out of the way to avoid a thimble-sized snowball (and sometimes he doesn't, letting them hit him), none even come close to hitting his face.

He underhand-throws a gently-packed snowball at the one drawing near, and it splatters across its dome-shaped head. Woah!! it declares, shaking off snow.]

If any of you can hit me on the face, I'll be impressed. Not doing too good so far.

[Come on, mushrooms and tiefling. He dares you. He's also waiting for Sprezzatura to come closer so he can throw with actual earnestness.]

[velluminous]

That was not open invitation for you to throw snow in his face, Henry.

[ he just fell!! retaliatory, she over-handed throws a much more densely packed snowball at his chest. ]

[vecna]

Come on, I barely threw it.

[She really is protective of them, he thinks. It's endearing, even as her snowball careens towards him and thunks him in the chest.]

Ow. Unlike you, who doesn't know the meaning of gentle!

[THROWS HIS SNOWBALL BACK AT HER, DEFINITELY NOT UNDER-HAND]

[velluminous]

[ boff! it explodes in white and she yelps pathetically again. ]

And you are gentle man, is that it?

[ she hurls another which sails past him and hits a window of a neighbouring townhome. oops. ]

[vecna]

[Heheheh. He'd say he's always gentle (liar), but then the snowball sails past him and boffs against the townhome. Whoops is right.

Both Henry and the mushrooms do the thing where they turn and look, freezing in place, as though they expect someone to rush out and yell at them for throwing snow at their windows. No such thing happens, though, but the mushrooms laugh and point at Sprezzatura. FONDLY. THEY LOVE HER FOR IT.

Oohhh, you're gonna get in twouble!]

[velluminous]

Quiet! Say nothing!

[vecna]

[All three cover their mouths and giggle.]

No harm, no foul. It doesn't even look like there's anyone home.

[Shouldn't Henry know by now not to tempt fate. Because as soon as he says it, the window creaks open; a wrinkled old man with thick spectacles squints, poking his head out of the open space.

"Hello?" he says. "No soliciting!"

Aaaa! exclaim the mushrooms in a chorus, immediately turning and running away.]

[velluminous]

[ ah. Henry... this is the lot of a loathed tiefling in Waterdeep, she supposes. or if nothing else, the luck of one. ]

T'was bird, Mister Ghats.

[vecna]

[He watches as their little fungi sons abandon them (they don't run off far; they're still short little guys who have to run through tall snow), and Henry merely smiles at the old man, still holding... a snowball.

Thankfully, the elderly gentleman is far too oblivious (and near-sighted) to notice. He grumbles.

"Ah... damn birds. They're about as blind as I am! Well, you be careful. Don't want to get hit by one of those... avian rascals..." his statement ends with inaudible grumbling as he recedes back into his home, shutting the window behind him.

Henry can't help but laugh as he turns to look at Sprezzatura.]

Wow. We really are reliving our childhoods.

[Well, speculatively, anyway.]

[velluminous]

[ HITS HIM WITH A SNOWBALL. IN THE FACE. ]

That was your fault!

[vecna]

[aks;jdfa IT'S A DIRECT HIT

He actually stumbles backwards, utterly unexpecting it, into a snowdrift someone shoveled into a pile. But he flings his snowball at her as he goes down with a poof.]

You're the one who missed-!

[velluminous]

[ a miss, this time, to which Sprezzatura retaliates. fiercely.

snowball after snowball—though in her haste to pelt him thoroughly, each is less well formed than the last. ]

Matters not! Are you impressed? Impressed now? How about now?

1/2

[vecna]

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The mushrooms in the background laugh and cheer her on.

THIS IS BULLYING!! Henry covers his face with his forearms, sitting up as she pelts him again and again and again — each snowball becomes more and more loosely packed, so it's just a veil of white in his squinting vision the entire time.]

Okay, okay! I give up!

[vecna]

[telekinetically flings loose snow at her from behind]

[velluminous]

[ IT'S DOWN HER COAT

SHRIEKS ]

Knave!

[vecna]

[FLINGS MORE SNOW AT HER

The mushrooms gasp: Cheating!

FLINGS SNOW AT THEM TOO (gently)

Waaahh!!

Henry finds himself laughing.]