Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20200114055616/@comment-36159587-20200121201955

"Wind," Wu Han proclaimed, like it was great to know the word. He looked worriedly to the skele-bear. "You're going to get cold." He untied his jacket, formerly tied around his waist, and draped it over a small amount of the total spatial area that the bear encompassed.