It's cold out here in the snow.
Yokosai lay there, smothered in white. His body grew colder by the second. This is when it would happen. He'd meet his creator.
Within this forsaken time, he'd find his final resting place.
He couldn't help but smile though, what could've been his final thoughts, were of his one and only. His Qumqua-T.
“Hey hey, are you okaaay?”
He heard a voice. it was soft. Comforting.
“Ya hit ‘yer head! I thought yous died!”
When he opened his eyes, her round face caused his heart to skip a beat.
“N-no...no I'm alive...I think.” Yoko sat up, bandages wrapped around his head. The girl was so cute, and it was only amplified by her chubby frame. She was like a little cherub...maybe he did die after all.
“Did ya want sum food?” She asked as she stood up. She stuck her face kind close to his, her strawberry smell oddly arousing him.
“W-what're we having?” He nodded.
“Sugared Newt!” The girl