By the time they hit, he's long shed the beads and glasses in favor of something much more utilitarian: jeans, boots, and a brown jacket. He doesn't pause at all before swinging one arm around, like a batter aiming for a baseball.
WOOMCH, goes the tidal wave of snow that erupts, racing for Kali and baring icicles like teeth.
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Date: 2010-08-03 02:47 am (UTC)WOOMCH, goes the tidal wave of snow that erupts, racing for Kali and baring icicles like teeth.