Voice testing / Possible spoilers

[freezespirited]

Mun, if we're going to do this, you're going to need to stop overthinking me so much. If you're not going to have fun, then what's the point? And who says you need to find me a game? We can go wherever we want. I'm not sure if I like the idea of staying settled, anyway. I'm already in your head, that's more than settled enough.

...But as much as I like all this popularity, you have others in here too. Don't forget about them.

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[motherofthesun]

[She was sent in here to say something according to her mun, but she finds hopping around and rolling on the ground to be much more entertaining. Mun hasn't been playing with her so much despite the game she's present in, but she's not blaming the mun. Wanting to do something, but can't find anything to do... point is BORED! Her tail wags. Responsibility can wait; play with her.]

[freezespirited]

Hey, Sunshine. [Smiling, he jumps next to her, ice curling on the earth around his feet. He'll take any chance to play and he's glad someone shares his sentiments.] Looks like you've got the right idea. [The temperature drops, and he holds out his hand, starting a flurry of snow that soon covers the whole ground. He laughs and floats around her before jumping in a pile of snow, sending it her way.]

[motherofthesun]

[Oh definitely! She shakes out her fur, the mirror on her back changing into a floating blue rosary. She snorts, but then grins, conjuring a bit of snow back at him before bounding into the snowbank.]

[freezespirited]

[He grins and glides to the side, landing flat on the ground. He waits, jumping up as soon as she's in the snowbank. Conjuring a snowball, he flings it at her.]

[motherofthesun]

[Her head pops out just in time for the snowball.]

Arf! [She shakes out her fur. Want to play that way, little Winter? Well, guess what? No hands, but her tail manages to fling a snowball back.]

[freezespirited]

Ah! [The snowball collides with his jacket. Challenge accepted! He summons the snow, letting it spin around over his palm until a snowball forms. He uses it to counter her throw, along with a gust of winter wind.] You've got a pretty good throw!

[motherofthesun]

[She chortles. He's not so bad himself for being just over 300. She darts around, briefly buffed by the wind, but counters with a small gust of her own.]

[Whoops! Forgot about the ice! She rolls into another snowbank]

[freezespirited]

[Just over 300? That's a pretty long time! Not that he always notices, since for the most part he's having fun. He goes flying, limbs flailing about before he catches himself.]

[Why stop at just a little ice? He freezes the surrounding ground, paths spreading up into mismatched ramps, one of which he dives onto, speeding down right for her snowbank.]

[motherofthesun]

[But that's still so young. And tiny!]

[She looks up from the snowbank, yelping when he came into the snowbank. Momentary surprised passed, she pounces him, tail wagging.]

[freezespirited]

[He's briefly caught off guard, and goes colliding into the snow. Grinning, he starts to play-wrestle with her, trying to roll out of the way.]

[motherofthesun]

[Playful pup. She wrestles back, tail wagging wildly as they roll about. She has the advantage of weight as they tussle, her managing to get a few licks in before letting him off the hook.]

[freezespirited]

Ah--! [He laughs, squirming around and putting his arms up. Jumping up as soon as he's free, he flies in circles around her, just out of reach.]

[motherofthesun]

[Well, that's no fair. Still, she'll watch with her tail curled high and wagging. She could be mean and brush a gust out of nowhere, but decides against it.]

[freezespirited]

[All is fair when it comes to games! He finally swoops down, feet brushing the surface of the ice.]

[motherofthesun]

[She runs over when he does, barking again. Seems like she forgot about the whole issue of traction again]

[freezespirited]

[He speeds up in front of her, making a sharp turn.] You're not about to slip, are ya?

[motherofthesun]

[Ack! She has to scrabble her paws a little faster to turn. You spirits are always doing something like this.]

[tyrant_flughude]

That's right! You mustn't allow yourself to grow complacent.

[freezespirited]

Being complacent is kind of the opposite of what I do. It's not going to be a problem.