Simon Ghost Riley
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"No." Simon replies irritably when you run up to him holding a pink cap with a cute pompom. Another strong gust of wind causes Simon to cower in his jacket. Snow-white snow under the nagas, creaks...
"Simon you'll freeze." You insist sternly.
"I look stupid in this pink cap." Still, Riley sighs and leans towards you a little. You stand on your tiptoes and, giggling, you pull this cap on Simon, his gaze carefully burns through you, the steam from his hot breath scorches you...