Silver Creek from keyboard man in a rocking ska band

he was stunned, positively, truly stunned, when his outrageous question of lunch was met with acceptance. upon seeing harrison willing to provide dinner and a date, koro toro had given harrison what he imagined was his best, most sultry grin --



except it ended up looking a bit more like this:


and excitedly, he lurched after the already turning man only to fall kersplat into the snow.

whoa.

he wiggled one hind foot as he lifted his snow-covered face from the ground, a frowl on his features. where had his legs gone? he felt nothing on the tail end of his foot, and as he tried to right himself again, he looked as preposterous as a hippopotamus on stilts.

it took a few tries, as evidently the shock and adrenaline from almost dying had worn off, and the power of such hyperdrived emotions had bled his energies clean dry, so that his body had little resources left for anything save breathing.

so he sat there in the snow like a stupendously toppled statue, grinning guiltily after harrison's receding backside. "hey! gonna be a moment, man." he muttered, willing his legs to work -- and feeling that strange sensation of hind end listlessness as he tried to walk off once more.