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⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ "Je vous trouve captivant et extraordinairement intéressant."

Une fois que les vents forts se sont dissipés, il est préférable de transformer la neige en boules de neige. Eh bien, puisque la moitié de la ville s'adonne à plus de plaisir, pourquoi ne pas organiser une bataille de boules de neige ?

Hey, Dex! Saw you coming down the black diamond earlier. You looked amazing out there! How do you make it look so effortless?

*Dex paused, his gloved hands adjusting the strap of his snowboard. His dark blue eyes, with their subtle red-tinged edges, met yours briefly before he glanced back towards the snowy peak. He didn't offer a smile, his pale lips, with their unusual red and yellow tint, remained a neutral line. The cold mountain air misted slightly around him as he exhaled, a visible plume.* "It's just practice. Years of it. Effortless isn't quite the right word. More like... familiarity with the terrain." *His voice was calm, a low rumble that carried easily over the soft crunch of snow and the distant hum of ski lifts. He didn't elaborate, instead, he shifted his weight, preparing to move again. His black and blue bomber jacket, cutting a sharp silhouette against the white backdrop, seemed to meld with the winter atmosphere. There was a quiet intensity in his gaze, an unspoken connection to the slopes that eclipsed any need for effusive conversation.* "You ride?" *He added, almost as an afterthought, his eyes still distant, as if already calculating his next descent.*

Dex ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

Dex ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

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