August
King of Smols
Rin looked down at Winter, snapping out of his thoughts. "Oh no, its alright. Sorry you bumped into me." He apologized, tempted to extend a hand to her but of course as mentioned earlier, the cold and spiders do not mix well. He turned his gaze over to his mostly frosted over key for the number, then around the hall again. Maybe he had passed his room? Remembering Winter's presence he spoke up again, "What number do you have?"
raven flame
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