[There's a small, frail boy curled up in an igloo, shivering with cold. Tiny ice crystals have collected on the eyelashes of half-lidded, sleepy eyes, shining against flushed cheeks ( Read more... )

[Phoneutria is walking through the halls, clutching a small, scantily clad boy in his arms, who appears to be sniffling into his shoulder.

The strange thing is that Phoneutria has his face buried in the boy's fluffy blue hair, and if you listen closely, you can hear him sobbing as well.]

[There's... an especially garishly dressed Fubuki strolling through the lobby. He has on his purple idol suit, as well as a feather boa, and a purple, wide-brimmed hat with white tiger striping around the rim ( Read more... )