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Storm tried to keep from laughing as Mos' face touched his neck, as this action tickled him slightly. The pink haired boy allowed the other to do this without protesting.
After a few moments Storm pulled away, a fragile smile was on his face, and clearly it was ment for Mos.

Storm sat on the ground once Mos had pulled away from him, his attention back to the ball in the long haired boy's hands.
Storm sat on the floor, gesturing for Mos to do the same, then roll the ball to him. Suddenly the pink haired boy began to notice the absence of his hat once more, reaching up to run his hand through his hair..Without his hat on, his head felt naked.

Storm caught the ball as Mos rolled it to him, looking up as a responce of hearing his friend's voice. He shrugged his shoulders at the comment, it wasn't so much the fact that he didn't like the way his hair looked..It was the fact that he had gotten so use to wearing it that it seemed almost unnatural not to be wearing it.
The pink haired boy thought no more about this subject, and instead he rolled the ball back to Mos.

Storm caught the ball, lifting it to scan it at eye level, turning it in his hands a few times. The pink haired boy snook a peak at Mos from the cornor of his eye, trying to be secretive, though he knew not way.
The boy smiled, looking back at the ball before setting it down on the floor once more. Storm stood, holding his hand out for his dark haired friend to take, a fragile smile playing on his lips.
He was bored of his game now..

Storm led Mos from the room, holding the boy's hand in his own tenderly. The pink haired boy made his way to the kitchen, where a sliding galss door that led to the back yard awaited them.
Storm put his hands to the glass, his small fingers leaving smudges as he tried to slide it open. The pink haired boy paused, glancing at Mos, as if asking for help.

Storm smiled slightly and proceeded to help Mos, continuing to push sideways on the glass door. After a few moments of pushing, the door slid to the side, leaving them enough room to sqeeze through.
The pink haired boy took his friend by the hand once more, and led Mos to the outside. He had something we wanted to show the boy..
Storm paused at a tall, strong tree, and looking up, he pointed to the top. There, high into the tree, was a fort. A 'tree house' his father had told him. But the real surprise awaited inside.
Storm pointed to the rope ladder that led up to the fort, gesturing for Mos to climb.

Once Mos had climbed a decent amount of the way, Storm started up the ladder after him. The pink haired boy stared up at his black haired friend most of the way, not minding his footing, but somehow making it without any mishaps.
Storm made it too the top, pulling himself into the wooden fort, and walking to the small window, looking out.
He glanced over at Mos, signaling at the boy to join him, then he pointed to a branch close by.
This branch was cover in a silky white thread, shaped almost like a small dome, and inside were what appeared to be worms.