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[creator_raven]

It is a relatively quiet evening, the lake is still under its coating of ice, the stars shine brightly.

There is nothing moving out behind Milliways.

Nothing at all.

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[morelikeasponge]

Well, there's Peter. But he's not moving much.

Instead he's looking out at the water, hands in his pockets.

His bangs are fluttering in the breeze.

[creator_raven]

Something fairly small, but feathery and with a very sharp beak, snaps at them.

Raven is not laughing at all.

Especially not as he settles next to Peter, hands shoved into his own pockets.

Mimicking Peter?

Not this bird!

Er.

[morelikeasponge]

Peter yelps, and he's too distracted by his efforts to fend off his attacker to notice when it...turns into Raven.

He does notice Raven eventually, though.

"Oh. It's you."

[creator_raven]

Raven grins, cheerful and inoffensive.

Well. One out of two isn't bad.

"Yes. You are very good at remembering things, perhaps."