❝ 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒚𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 ❞ # ⁷⁵⁰

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐤𝐞́𝐦𝐨𝐧.

As she’d shiver, 𝕾𐌏𝖑 would increase her body heat while stroking the top of her head. A small smile would creep up on her lips from the contact. “It’s no problem. Winter is usually the time where people try to hug me the most since I’m fairly warm…💧”

Opening her arms up. “My body temperature is pretty high. If you’re cold you could hold onto me for a little while.”

…Is she cold?

ɪᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇs ᴀ ɢᴀs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪɴᴇʀᴀʟs ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʀᴏᴄᴋs. ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴛᴏɴᴀᴛᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀs ɪɴ ɪᴛs ᴄʏʟɪɴᴅᴇʀs—ɴᴏᴡ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ—ᴛᴏ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ.

i’ve been dead & dying for a while… why did no one tell me?

always looking for a fight, even if i’m gonna lose.

Ooo....! Gotta be careful of the recoil! That looked like it hurt...

( * too much running? * )