a very merry twisted Valentine!

He was on the ground, but he didn't know how he got there. Instantly, Atreyu had forgotten about the world titling and throwing him off balance, leaving him to stare blankly at the hazy sky that peaked through the trees above. Why was it so bright? He swore there were clouds there a moment ago. Maybe they...

...Suddenly, something soft but cold pressed gently against his muzzle and the boy glanced sideways, unwilling to completely turn his head. The owner of the wet nose seemed to be trying to lift him upright, but he stubbornly refused, rolling over onto his back as she weakly pushed him. He didn't want to stand up again. Standing was losers. Plus the ground was so soft and comfortable; he hadn't felt anything like it before.

Her words then registered as the cogs in the boy's mind slowly turned and he let out a whooping laugh in response. Why he found the names so funny, he had no idea — they were just their names, after all. Kid Miraclemen slowly reached up to bat Warhead on her muzzle, his loud laughter slowly giving way to soft giggles. "Your nose is hella cold, man," he announced.