[ And with that, Ben goes tearing off, running through the new and crunchy snow, and apparently they are playing some form of tag, now. He looks over his shoulder, laughing and breathless, to see if Pratt is pursuing him, or taking the opportunity to form and launch another snowball. There's a mischief in his face that is completely new, a brightness and glee.
It is so good, to have legs to run on, and lungs to fill with cold air, and muscles to feel the pleasant ache as he tromps through the heavy snow. To be alive and happy and experiencing this again, something he hadn't thought he would ever get a chance to feel again. Ben has almost gotten used to it now, being corporeal again, but it hits him sometimes, at moments like these. ]
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[ And with that, Ben goes tearing off, running through the new and crunchy snow, and apparently they are playing some form of tag, now. He looks over his shoulder, laughing and breathless, to see if Pratt is pursuing him, or taking the opportunity to form and launch another snowball. There's a mischief in his face that is completely new, a brightness and glee.
It is so good, to have legs to run on, and lungs to fill with cold air, and muscles to feel the pleasant ache as he tromps through the heavy snow. To be alive and happy and experiencing this again, something he hadn't thought he would ever get a chance to feel again. Ben has almost gotten used to it now, being corporeal again, but it hits him sometimes, at moments like these. ]