The clouds were currently passing over the Modern Sect, blanketing the land with thick snow and ice.
Galaxian was kneeling on the ground, making a snowman. More like a snow-family. Or a snow-army, depending on how one saw it. He not only wasn't wearing a coat, but was dressed like it was an one-hundred-degree weather day outside, which was definitely wrong. His cheeks were slightly a tinge of red, though that was the natural color.
He was currently taking some snow (normally, not telepathically for once) and patting it to the side of a snowman/snowwoman.
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Est. June 2018
God of Loyalty, Life, & Cosmos
We never know all the chances we lost
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~I guess it's almost time to say...