#theyre alive and happy in their little snow castle on the server?

[hermitblurbs]

The day starts, inexplicably, with Etho sticking some sort of stick in his mouth mid-yawn. There’s a lot of sputtering and a lot of cursing because—

“Etho! What the heck! I could have choked and died!”

Etho turns away, shoulders shaking in laughter.

“You’re not listening!” Bdubs follows, feet sinking into the soulsand floor as he bounces to keep up. “How would you feel if you put me right back on my red life—“

“It’s just pocky, Bdubs,” he says with amusement curling in his smile like smoke. “11/11, you know? Pocky day.”

“Wuh?”

“Pocky. Y’know, the cookie?”

Bdubs looks at the stick he almost choked on, and slowly takes an actual bite of it. A strange, artificial flavor falls on his tongue, and it’s almost comical how his eyes widen in delight.

“It’s good!” He exclaims. He pulls his eyes away from the weird cookie just to watch how his partner’s eyes pinch at the edges, the way they always do whenever Etho smiles.

His next bite of pocky tastes that much sweeter.