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[It's practically an army. They are here, they are there. There is no escape. Their beady little red eyes see all, their slender green ears hear all. Their very existence is mesmerizing. And in the middle of it all, a lone boy sits crouched on the snow-ridden floor, building, creating.
... By the way, they're called snow-rabbits, fyi.]
((Minato is making snow rabbits. Come, let us tango.))
... By the way, they're called snow-rabbits, fyi.]
((Minato is making snow rabbits. Come, let us tango.))