what hope will mend thy heart

Entranced by the flowing water beneath the thin sheet of ice, he was oblivious to the approach of Sverre. Feeling as if he had already been standing there for a century, nearly frozen solid and shivering until his bones rattled, he was not the one to hear those steps grow near. It was the tightening of his Tamarin's grip in his fur as she huddled closer and peered over her shoulder that drew his attention. Glancing up with wide eyes, a look of surprise crossed his face as he heard that soft 'hey'. As quickly as he could, he stiffly turned to look that blue and fiery man over. His Tamarin would take off into the trees as soon as Kuroo began to shuffle closer.

Feeling all sorts of awkward and excited and relieved and so many other feelings, Kuroo smiled. Shifting his weight from one paw to the other, he started forward before hesitating. Would Sverre welcome him into his arms like before? Or had their meeting at the wall only been a fleeting moment? "Hi," Kuroo began as he cleared his throat and tried to settle the shiver that continued to roll through his body. Living so far south had made him intolerant to even this cold. "I-I was hoping to find you here," his voice is soft and quiet as he looks down at the snow and then back to Sverre. Taking a few more steps closer toward him, Kuroo smiled again.

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