[He progresses into a loping canter, getting away from the game tower and out onto the snow-covered road that stretches out between the buildings like a river of white.

Once he feels ready, and he's relatively certain Intensity's not going to fall off, he pushes himself into a gallop, and then a sprint. His paws make a staccato crunch against the snow, ice-cold wind tearing at their faces as they approach 40 mph, then 50, then 60, then 70.

🎵 Dashing through the snow
For a game-time getaway
On coeurl-back we go
Smirking all the way
We didn't take the car
'Cause noodle guys are light
And overall it seems so far
This kiss game's a delight
OH mistletoe, five bento, let's eat right away
Everybody knows if it's sidesaddle it's not gay 🎵]