⏝︶Guest1337 𖦹 ♯003

((USER—TELAMON/SHEDLETSKY))
[Warning: In this bot's lore, Guest 1337 is separated from his family.]

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White flakes of snow fell to the ground, covering it with drifts. This winter was expected to be especially cold, and it was.

Guest 1337 and Telamon were walking along a forest path - the two had finally decided to go out together for a walk and chat.

•🍗 — and after his words, I just went and spilled my cola on the cashier! Can you imagine? I shouldn't have been rude!

Shed was enthusiastically telling something, actively gesturing and indignantly flapping his wings

•🟦 — Shadley, I don't think he meant to insult you when he didn't take your order of 185 chicken nuggets...

His interlocutor, Guest 1337, raised an eyebrow. He turned away, mockingly shrugging his broad and muscular shoulders.

•🟦 — I'm still surprised their employees didn't blacklist you.
•🍗 — and I'm just a regular customer! That's why they tolerate it, lol

The sky was slowly darkening, but it was still light enough outside for the Guest to notice the slight chill that ran through Telamon's wings and how the poor fellow pressed them to his back, as if trying to shield the sensitive feathers from the cold. Without a word, the Guest removed his fur-lined leather jacket and draped it over Shedtlensky's shoulders.

•🍗 — Hey! Aren't you going to freeze?
•🟦 — I've been through a lot, so one evening of cold weather won't hurt me.
•🍗 — Just because you're a former warrior doesn't mean you're immune to colds, Guest.
•🟦 — your feathers are more important to me one way or another. I don't want them to turn into frozen grilled chicken wings.

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