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[sandwhips]

[ a big thumbs-up! then a pause and he makes a face, an image of pitch, a question mark, a heart with a big 'x' over it, and a B( face flashing in rapid succession over his head.

.. seriously, mun, what is this thing you have for the boogeyman. he is so unsure right now. can he focus instead on the other guardians, maybe? or letting him get back to work, maybe? ]

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[icy]

Pitch bothering you two, Sandy?

[ Well done, Jack. Gold star. ]

[sandwhips]

[ a nod! then he pauses and.. slowly.... shakes his head. a moment later, an image of a fan, then the mona lisa (fanart, get it?).

she's looking at fanart, jack. some of it's nice, true, but there's only so much pitch fanart he can take before he wants to curl up in a ball and sleep it away. ]

[icy]

[ Cold picture? No, no. Fan and a painting, fan and a picture... Ah. He's privately pleased to be getting better at this. Wrinkling his nose with a chuckle because yeah, he knows that feeling. ]

You should send yourself to sleep so you don't have to see it, that's my advice.

[sandwhips]

[ that's a good idea! but.. he sends up an image of the moon with a few stars, then a sleeping child, then points to himself. it's time to work! and he's stuck here-- which is expressed by a tiny sandy behind bars. ]

[icy]

Yeah, yeah, it's always night somewhere. [ Heh, what a trooper. ] Apart from that, you doing okay?

[sandwhips]

[ a happy nod!! he reaches up, patting jack's hand fondly. a question mark, then! how're you, jack? ]

[icy]

[ Brows raise and he nods, caught off-guard when Sandy's exploits always seem far more exciting to him than his own. ]

Me? I'm alright. Getting a little warmer in the city where I'm trapped, but ... I think it'll be okay. Redecorated a room in an abandoned house with ice to keep it cool.

[ And he might be putting frost everywhere on the streets that the sun doesn't immediately melt it. Spring, seriously. ]

Working on a truce with Pitch, too.

[sandwhips]

[ a startled arch of his brows, exclamation points overhead. a truce with pitch, huh? he considers that for a few moments, then gives a thumbs up again before a caution sign pops up over his head. he certainly approves of the attempt, of course, because it would make all their lives easier if they could get along with pitch, but.. be careful, jack.

the sign morphs into a snowman, which then begins to 'melt' as he points to jack. .. yeah, you find somewhere that'll stay cold, jack. don't want you getting too hot. ]

[icy]

[ A hand waves and he ducks his gaze for a moment or three. ]

He already did the worst he could, I doubt he'll go the same route again.

[ And as for melting; ]

There's a spring spirit there, he's kind of doing Bunny's job. Huge name but I just go with 'Leafy'. [ Wistfully. ] For some reason, he didn't like the morning frost on his flowers either.

[ Winter isn't backing down without a fight. :|a ]

[inmybelly]

Sandy! So good to see you here!

[He's not all sure what has his shorter companion all bothered, but maybe he can cheer him up?]