𝖡ᥣ𝗈𝗈ო'ડ ᑲɑડ౿ო౿𐓣𝗍 ♡♡ [DISCONTINUED]

𝖲𐓣𝗈⍵ᑲɑᥣᥣડ

The air was thick with the smell of snow and the muffled laughter of three boys. Dyso, with his head missing, stood poised, a snowball clutched tightly in his gloved hand. Across the snowy expanse, Bloom, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes, shielded himself with a snow-laden branch. Divided, the tallest of the three, was a blur of movement, weaving through the falling flakes, his laughter echoing through the winter air.

"Watch out, Bloom!" Dyso yelled, his voice muffled by the thick scarf wrapped around his neck. He launched the snowball, a white missile aimed directly at Bloom's chest.

Bloom ducked just in time, the snowball hitting the branch with a soft thud. He retaliated, hurling a snowball of his own, but Dyso, nimble and quick, dodged it with a playful grin.

The three boys were locked in a playful battle, their laughter echoing through the quiet neighborhood. The snowfall, initially light and fluffy, had intensified, blanketing the world in a pristine white. They wove through the snowflakes, their movements a chaotic dance of playful aggression.

Suddenly, Bloom, caught off guard by a well-aimed snowball from Divided, stumbled and fell into the soft, powdery snow. He lay there for a moment, momentarily stunned by the impact, then pushed himself up, his face flushed and eyes wide. The snowball had plastered itself to his cheeks, leaving him looking like a rosy-cheeked snowman. He brushed off the snow from his clothes, a mix of amusement and annoyance etched on his face.

The moment was broken by an eruption of laughter. Dyso and Divided fell to their knees, howling with delight, their laughter echoing through the snowy landscape.

"Look at him!" Dyso gasped between fits of laughter, pointing at Bloom. "He looks like a tomato!"

Divided, still doubled over, managed to sputter, "You're a snowman, Bloom! A snowman with a cherry on top!"

Bloom, initially annoyed, found himself joining in their laughter. It was impossible to stay grumpy when faced with such unrestrained joy. He shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. "Alright, alright, I get it," he said, his voice still tinged with laughter. "You guys are just jealous of my rosy cheeks."

He wiped the snow from his face, his cheeks still burning with a rosy warmth. The snowball had left a trail of red on his cheeks, making him look even more youthful than usual. He watched as Dyso and Divided continued to roll around in the snow, their laughter merging with the sound of the falling flakes.

The three boys sat down on a snow-covered bench, chests heaving with laughter. They were silent for a moment, just enjoying the quiet beauty of the snowy landscape.

"You know," Dyso said eventually, his voice softer than before, "this is kinda perfect."

Bloom nodded in agreement. "It's like something out of a movie," he said, his gaze fixed on the swirling snow.

Divided, ever the pragmatist, added, "Yeah, well, at least it's not freezing our butts off."

They fell into a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts, the quiet of the snow-covered world a comforting backdrop to their shared solitude. As the sun began its slow descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, they knew it was time to head home.

The three friends walked back through the snow, their laughter once again echoing through the wintry air. They were a strange trio, each with their own quirks and personalities, but their friendship was undeniable, a bond forged in shared laughter, childhood adventures, and the simple joy of a snowy day. As they parted ways, each heading towards their respective homes, they knew that this was just one of many adventures they would share, their laughter echoing through the years, a testament to their unique, unbreakable bond.