[Second by second the snow starts to subside, and Crow can only feel his arms numbly holding onto that tree, more out of will to survive than anything.
When he feels it stop long enough for it to feel save, Crow's arms start to move, the mop of white hair that Rean might see tilts up in a slight groan.]
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When he feels it stop long enough for it to feel save, Crow's arms start to move, the mop of white hair that Rean might see tilts up in a slight groan.]
YEAH...Yeah, I'm fine!
[Define fine.]
You?!