Moonspear BEYBLADE BEYBLADE LET IT RIIIIP

steals any thread that has to do with stargazing

it was cold-- that was not news to the stoney redleaf-disarrino yearling. terance inherited a thick coat from someone or another, and in the winter he was typically unbothered by the conditions-- typically. dedicated to his trade, he usually withstood the wind chills and low temperatures, sitting on whatever ledge he chose and stared at the sky. he'd scoped out a nice ledge earlier in the day, but as he was making his way to it he encountered... er... he was pretty sure he could assume who this was-- that black feather kid that hydra let in-- but he couldn't remember the name for the life of him.

terance gave a low chuff to announce his presence, padding up with pricked ears and a wagging tail. "hey," he greeted casually, nose twitching as he internally sized up this guy.