Anonymous

This took a delicate touch- one that many would not believe the Fire Slayer capable of. And yet- taking advantage of Gray making the mistake of resting at the guild, he'd take the magical hair-color changing spray he'd purchased for such an occasion and went to work! "Yo, Ice-Queen, wake up- winter's over!" // doragunirx

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ And much to one’s astonishment, Gray awoke. He reluctantly lifted his head from the wood surface of the table &&. observed the unruly guildhall with groggy vision. The Ice-Mage slept hard despite the table’s unaccommodating surface and he is still disoriented as his weary hues shift into focus. However, the smattering of WHITE specks that marred the expanse of his ebony locks eventually caught his eye in a nearby reflective surface and he paused in SHOCK just as he was about to vocalize a substantial yawn. 

    ❝ ’the hell–?! ❞  BAFFLEMENT quickly courses through the Ice-Mage’s being &&. he hastily sprung up to unleash the sudden blast  of….  sheer  distaste. 

      ❝  ——— —  F U C K. 
          I’VE CAUGHT A LYON’S DISEASE !!  ❞