places a headband, two dark bats attached to it on antennae-like stands and smiles softly. " you know what time of year it is? "

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  TURNING TO defy her with a remarkably grave expression — one that couldn’t exactly be taken seriously because of the ridiculous antennae he donned on top of his messy ashen tresses — the smaller boy P A L E D. October had almost evaporated into November &&. the air temperature was noticeably cooler ; it was unmistakably his and Lyon’s most dreaded time of the year. 

          ❝  Please, Ur ——— !!  
                  I don’t wanna be a snowman this year! ❞