DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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]

[-1 HP -1 HP -1 HP -1 HP -1 HP -1 HP -1 HP

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.]

[velluminous]

Get him!

[ she's tumbling down on top and just. grabbing armfuls of snow from the drift itself that he's fallen into and hauling it onto his face. ]

[vecna]

[Leapt onto, and now getting snow piled onto his face and body—]

W-wait, Sprezzatura, you— mfhh—

[Bye Henry, a soul more snowdrift than man. Even more so when the little mushrooms waddle up quickly and start kicking snow at him with their stubby legs. It’s the effort that counts.

Yeah!!!

henry really is that jojo meme rn]

[velluminous]

[ now she's laughing, too ]

There.

[vecna]

[The mushrooms continue to kick little fluffy waves of snow at Henry, though it's negligible. Henry tries to heft himself into a sit, but he's still covered in snow, so he opts for telepathy.]

Okay, okay, you win!

[velluminous]

Ha-HA!

[vecna]

[A ripple of amusement.]

Let me up?

[velluminous]

[ which prompts a low laugh, not quite a giggle, as she buries her hands into the snow on either side of him and curls them beneath his back and lifts. up you get, lyubimy. ]

[vecna]

[Lifted up like the most unhinged baptism that's ever taken place, and snow sloughs softly off of him, piling down at his waist instead. It's all in his hair, still sticking to his cheekbones, a whole layer of it covering his front jacket.

One of the mushrooms say: Yeah, we won! You toss snowballs weawy hawd, Spwezza!]

[velluminous]

[ he looks like a winter spirit. she blows on his face, so that it melts. ]

Don't I?

[vecna]

[Now he's a slightly melting winter spirit, just chilly dew drops on his face here and there. Henry reaches up to wipe some snow off his cheek.]

She does. She plays to win.

[Mushrooms, again: We won!!

Henry chuckles and glances at the little sons and back to Sprezzatura.]

We should do this more often.

[velluminous]

Hmm. Perhaps.

[ it unnerves her far less than the activities he had proposed before this. ]

[vecna]

[Hey, he'd still do those activities, too.

All three mushrooms wander towards Sprezzatura, one of them trying to make a bumbling climb into her lap.]

Keep this up, and they'll start to like you even more than me.

[velluminous]

[ clumsy and earnest, and she puts out a hand to keep it from tumbling off. ]

I think that is already.