hattedclairvoyant:

An incredible amount of control over his telepathy doesn’t let Anthony hear what he’d consider a compliment. “I got m’eyes from m’mom, apples don’t fall far from th’tree’s right?” He chuckles. 

“Ah, well Virgil! I come from Snowman.” He can’t contain the happy noise that comes from being called Ana, good, he was still Ana. Not a boy, psh, not at all. “Let’s find you a new hat! I can’t garuntee it’ll b’as good ‘s mine but—! I’m sure w’can find a real nice one. A white one!” That would be nice wouldn’t it? 

              “…. Now where’s th’store ‘round here?” Great start.

The swordsman tittered once more at the small pleasant noise the other male made. Was Ana a special name? It had to be if he made that noise…

Ah, whatever. If it made the blond happy then who cared? “Sn-Snowman?” Somehow he can’t believe that title for a town, but some places he’s visited have been pretty strange so–

“M-Maybe we sh-should a-ask around?” He recommended before flattening the white clothes he sported. “Wh-White works w-with me!” He added, referring to the blond’s previous comment.